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from 400 Degreez

"Off Top" is track #12 on the album 400 Degreez. It was written by Gray, Terius / Thomas, Byron O..
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Wodie we get down but to a certain extent
All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin' my name bent
I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo'
Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go
My people played me, we ain't getting down no more

Look that aint how its 'posed to be but thats the way its gone go
I aint with that front shit
That playin' with gun shit
That fuckin' with niggas who think they run shit
All that tongue shit

When my gun click, niggas silencing down
You was hollin' like a motherfucker bitch holla at me now
Peep, what made a nigga' wanna go and mess with me bone
And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm 'bout to go in his home

Bitch, my brother aint no hoe
Bitch, my mother ain't no hoe
Bitch, my father ain't no hoe
Why you try ta play me like a hoe?

Shit, I might as well just go head on and bust his head
'Cuz them people gone give me the charge anyway
If he come up dead
Now tell'em 'bout that beemer I got

Tell'em bout that new home I got
Tell'em bout that Cutlass on chrome I got
You ta show ya shit
Thats why you showed you was a bitch
Now you runnin' with yo melon cuz' you know you gotta split

Niggas ridin' Impala's with them Rattler stripes
Passin' hollin at hoes with the fuck finger sayin' fuck'em black
I'm stackin' Gs movin keys thats my life black
Niggas orderin' vests
Just ta protect they chests
And duckin' these niggas tryin' ta use they Smith n' Wesson's

Playboy, I'm ridin' in suburbans
To Land Rovers to Range Rovers, niggas with automatics
Niggas ridin' big bodies
I done did that
I'm ridin' Jags drop top and
I can do that

I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow
If they got that
I don't fuck with bald head hoes
I ain't with that
I talk shit and I got the cream and the jewels
To do that
I walk it like I talk Playboy you can
Believe that

The new ice, yellow diamonds and I'm loving that
Blue diamonds big tymin' and I'm with that
I done made more money independent than a major nigga went gold
I put that on my soul and my gold
And my twenty inch rims on my Range Rover with TV's
And I'm lovin' these hoes I flip mo' keys

Than a acrobat ten nigga' you can believe that
Me and my brother go rock for rock
Walk block for block
And if we got beef with a nigga' we'll go glock for glock
No mo sellin' keys on the D A L
I wanna holla at V A L
Lets say rest in peace to L and T nigga

I live my life on full
Unzip my pants and I pull
A big dick baby
You look sick maybe
You can use a nigga' that'll hold ya hand
I tell ya once ya suck my dick I'll be your man
Now here it is diamonds for the bitches that I fuck
Not, I get the pussy make like Donald with duck
To the next project scattered site or crib
Slangin' dick where you live
I don't really give a precious second of my pimp playa time
You could taste the Kool-Aid but don't drink the wine
(Kool-Aid)
Holy roley diamond bezel, twenty inch whezel
Ninety-eight cromed out gangsta grizeal
Take one of my bitches and I'm fuckin'
Sistas, aunties, grandmas and cousins
Mommas, baby mommas, family members and all that shit
If the bitch need guidance them I'm her pimp

Whoa check this out ya dig
Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin'
See what I'm sayin' standin' in the way
Let the fuckin' ballas through see what I'm sayin'
Ya'll niggas had the catalogs
See what I'm sayin' now pass that bitch on man
Let a real nigga' you know play his thang man
Its some niggas out here ridin' on twenties ya dig on Yokahamas
Skinnys and all that kinda shit see what I'm sayin'
I mean wood ever fuckin' where
See what I'm sayin' bro you love that huh

Yea, I love that
(Convertable tops)
(I love that cash money symbol on my chest)
And these diamonds shinin' from here to Magnolia projects
Ya heard me?
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout man ain't nothin' like man)
'Cause you know sometimes I let these li'l girls
Lick my chains man you know
You can't be kissin' on me but you can kiss my diamonds
And shit ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's beautiful baby
That is truly beautiful

This shit is pimpalicious, see what I'm sayin'
I just love that

Songwriters
GRAY, TERIUS / THOMAS, BYRON O.

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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