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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
Stimme und Gesang
Handy
Handy
Sampling-Künstler:in
Lil' Phat
Lil' Phat
Stimme und Gesang
Mouse
Mouse
Stimme und Gesang
Webbie
Webbie
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
M. Vernell, III
M. Vernell, III
Songwriter:in
Jeremy Varnard Allen
Jeremy Varnard Allen
Songwriter:in
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mouse On tha Track
Mouse On tha Track
Produzent:in
David West
David West
Mischtechniker:in
Jason Dillon
Jason Dillon
Ingenieur:in
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Top notch whips, that's what I drive
Twenty-four inches, rims and tires
Hating ass **** can't believe they eyes
They staring me down and I'm wondering why
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
[Verse 3]
Red bandana, red Lexus
Top notch ****, hoes call me black and sexy
Top notch whip on that good drink from Texas
Got everybody looking like a **** butt naked
[Verse 4]
Please be good, 'cause it could go down
Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the street crown
I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass
If I'm in that yellow thing, I got on yellow to match
[Verse 5]
I would name my cars, but I ain't got time
Just got my fresh fade, check out my line
Old lady 'cross the street like, "Ain't that Connie's boy?"
That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy? Yeah
[Verse 6]
Feeling even better when I look in the mirror
Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at these ****
From the car lot, to the rim shot, we crawl and we creep
Southside, young beast, that's how I come on these streets, ****
[Verse 7]
Top notch whips, that's what I drive
Twenty-four inches, rims and tires
Hating ass **** can't believe they eyes
They staring me down and I'm wondering why
[Verse 8]
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
[Verse 9]
Look, I got a Jag and I'm sleeping on deuces
Funeral home, my whips up, my whip game stupid
I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat
Let the light open the door, show 'em my ass, you know how that be
[Verse 10]
Ain't got a drop on the shantes, hoe, it's the gum way
Lil' mama taking pictures, she saw and I ripped the runway
Shining, got my neck right, shining, got my mouth right
Ankle bracelets and diamonds so shining, got my walk right
I use two by twos, like eh you stupid
Toilet paper ****' streets up when it's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut, my Steve Harvey look right on
Yeah, I know you see the ice on me, I'm on, they cut the lights on me
[Verse 11]
Gucci bag, fifty grand in it, look, don't put your hands in it
Do it the dummy way, you catch me doing my dance with it
Lil' Phat, young boss, if you don't know me
Ain't no waiting, ain't no thinking, ****, you gon' have to show me
[Verse 12]
Top notch whips, that's what I drive
Twenty four inches, rims and tires
Hating ass **** can't believe they eyes
They staring me down and I'm wondering why
[Verse 13]
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
[Verse 14]
BO, what these **** mad at me for?
Wound up looking, cry baby like TO
Don't blame me, ****, blame my CEO
He wanna take a trip to the money, let's G-O
I got black women, white women, Asian, and Creole
Pretty face, pretty feet, no corn foot Fritos
So mouse, like cheese, so my nickname Cheeto
Fuck a favor or a hand-out, ain't shit free, hoe
I hop up out the Chevy, coast wallet full of C notes
Your baby mama and her friend wanna have a trio
When I work that lumber, uh-huh, yeah, she know
I beat that pussy up, I beat it up like Deebo
Hold up, damn, ****, why you hating on me, though?
I see it in your face and I can read you like Cleo
I bet everybody know, we don't keep it on the d-low
Trill ENT, yeah, **** know how we roll
[Verse 15]
Top notch whips, that's what I drive
Twenty four inches, rims and tires
Hating ass **** can't believe they eyes
They staring me down and I'm wondering why
[Verse 16]
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Hold up, wait a second, let me think for a second
Written by: J. Allen, M. Vernell, III, T Hatch
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