"Top" as written by and Symere Woods Don Cannon....
Who the fuck are you aye
Who the fuck are you aye
Who the fuck are you

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye
Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye
Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye
Fuck bitches in twos aye
Fuck bitches in twos aye

Fucked that bitch on Monday, fuck her sister Tuesday
You is not gon' do a thing, with my squad like Wu-Tang aye
I'm gonna nuck if I buck
Let a lil nigga try us
Hit a nigga with a truck
Leave a lil nigga so stuck
Brittney turned me to a slut
Brittney turned me to a slut
Brittney turned me to a slut
Hit the bitch all on her back aye, Never put it in her butt aye
Put that shit all in her pussy aye, leave that shit all in her gut aye

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye
Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye
Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

Sometimes fear of god aye
Saint Laurent the boots aye
I feel like I'm Dro aye, car ain't got no roof aye
That bitch kinda cute aye, blow me like a flute aye
Diamonds dripping they so wet, I gotta wipe my jewels aye
I can't wife no fool aye, got no time for mood swings
Spent like 50 on the ring and I bought two rings
Remember that bitch ain't want fuck me
Now that bitch wanna just fuck me
Remember that bitch said I'm dusty
Look at that hoe like you ugly aye
Your man ain't got no money aye
I just be smoking the dope, Skeme be smoking the clove
My brother whipping the stove
Jump in the crowd at my show, fucked the bitch in the front row

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye
Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye
Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye
Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye

Cannon, Cannon went crazy
Treez what up Treez
Aye, aye. Aye aye uh
Hoetel party for these bad hoes
For these bad hoes, that trip
Aye aye


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"Top" as written by Symere Woods Don Cannon

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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