Pac Div

Pac Div - Top Down lyrics

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(ft. Casey Veggies & Skeme)

[Verse 1: Mibbs]

Shout out to my thick girls, thick girls

You tha shit girl, shit girl

With them hips girl, hips girl

Got a mixed girl with curls

Got me a rich girl with pearls

Neither one is cooking better than my big girl, big girl

Come get this dick girl, dick girl

Better come quick girl, quick girl

I like girls who come with girls and I like girls who fuck with girls

It's too easy, I'm too sleazy

Drinking Fiji, watching TV

I been nice since BeBe CeCe Winans

Why these girls pee pee when we be

Rhyming, you see me I'm rocking diamonds

With my (?) I be grinding

BXB and we be shining

2-seater bitch, we reclining

Top down, armor all'd up

Got that brown up in my cup

Got that bomb fired up

[Verse 2: Skeme]

Drop that Breitling for the Hublot

Boy I got nothing but time

And I tell her mom to keep her (?)

Show my dick what's on her mind

Lemme get that head! Lemme get that head!

Girl I need that head

Screaming Eagle, wold forever

I sip that purple and bleed that red

Niggas know wassup, these girls wanna fuck

Well me? I'm on that same shit

Crooked or call me Mr. Never-Seen-With-The-Same-Bitch

Swear I had a Polo out in Soho smoking skunk

And I had 4 hoes in that 4-door with my .44 in the trunk

Underground niggas, independent getting checks tho

Boy I spit that sick shit, flow like I got strep throat

Duke and Pac Divvy, we get busy, get the bidness

Girl you in the presence of the king: bear witness

[Hook]

Top down, yeah I'm the man

I'm from LA, I got that juice and I got a plan

Girls just drop in I drop the roof

We get a tan

So when you see me, I'll be speeding

With my head out the window screaming: Top Down!

[Verse 3: Be Young]

I got a hundred dollars on me

Finna head straight to the store

Smoking on that headband, it goes straight to your skull

Lincoln Continental flow, player player ?

These niggas finna hate, and that list is gonna be long

Just been in my chromosome

(?), Home Alone

Corvette's your rolling stone

Zip boy fresh they know they wrong

And I got guess in my cologne

She be guessing wrong

When niggas cut you short, make sure your checks is long

It's that upper eschelon

Rambo with ammo. Fat boy shit

Had them niggas rocking camo

Cold-blooded mammal but the bitches keep me warm

They only doing shit that they seen in a song

[Hook]

[Casey Veggies]

I don't got nothing to prove

Been stack bucks since I left school

These hoes say I think I'm to cool

But I guess some girls get fooled

Cause this young nigga that do

Riding around with my crew

Wanna way to pay for more dudes

That's my day to day, (?)

(?)

My swag sayin' I'm best

The streets sayin' I'm next

Excuse me if I flex

I just do my thing in my own zone

Always wait for the right time

My main chick got a real nigga

She know I got guidelines

Homeboy I'm on tour

In a hotel, tryin' to make more

Do 60 shows, nigga that's the goal

If you can't tell we livin' well

You should put your hand up for me

Pants 340

You should do it too girl, ya man suck don't he

(?), throw the alley oop

Might throw it back

Then I probably

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