Jackie Boyz | RnBXclusive.com Topless (NoShout) Lyrics

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Jackie bozy
Toplessssss
im here when we ridin toplessss

my car stays topless, thats how i ride
... ... ..., chrome on the side
Topless, aint dat enough to pull the roof back,
wind blow my hair back, she love to feel that
topless, blue chains on the gas
sittin on the dash, pocket full a cash
Toplessss,
im here when we ridin
toplesss

my chorus stay hittin
everywhere i go i shine like a lamp innit
... ... ... pink, got em asking who is it
as longs as if he didnt know a snitch
i'm winnin
yes i'm with it

and shawty gotta have it
gotta do my trick just call me the rabit
matter fact gone find you can me alladin
a hundred haters in the parking lot sayin d___it
they all sayin d___it

lil mamma whats going on
hop in the front seat, shorty crank that ace
You allready know its on
i lay the top back

my car stays topless, thats how i ride
... ... ..., chrome on the side
Topless, aint dat enough to pull the roof back,
wind blow my hair back, she love to feel that
topless, blue chains on the gas
sittin on the dash, pocket full a cash
Toplessss,
im here when we ridin
toplesss

my money stay longer,
i aint kanye, but homey I'm stronger
freeways thing callin me speed racer
I aint no alcohalic but shawty my chaser
shorty my chaser

my chevie is a monster,
24 sittin' down that impala
gorillaz on the creep,
but I'm king kong with banana's on the seat
(but I'm King Kong with banana's on the seat)

lil mamma whats going on
hop in the front seat, shorty crank that ace
You allready know its on,
i lay the top back

my car stays topless, thats how i ride
... ... ..., chrome on the side
Topless, aint dat enough to pull the roof back,
wind blow my hair back, she love to feel that
topless, blue chains on the gas
sittin on the dash, pocket full a cash
Toplessss,
im here when we ridin
toplesss

Topless like ferrari,
smooth like baccardi
take of your top like a spring bling party
money like 50, fat joe make it rain
freeway rush hour 3 in the lane
big rimms pick a nr like roullé
so fresh that you aint gotta take a drug test
apple bottom shake and turn it in a sauce
t-pain rick ross, yes I'm the biggest boss

lil mamma whats going on
hop in the front seat, shorty crank that ace
You allready know its on
i lay the top back

my car stays topless, thats how i ride
... ... ..., chrome on the side
Topless, aint that enough to pull the roof back,
wind blow my hair back, she love to feel that
topless, blue chains on the gas
sittin on the dash, pocket full a cash
Toplessss,
im here when we ridin
toplesss

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