Juvenile - Top Of The Line lyrics

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Juvenile - Top Of The Line lyrics

[Intro/Chorus] I wear top of the line clothes, drive top of the line cars f** top of the line hoes, some top of the line stars I wear top of the line clothes, drive top of the line cars f** top of the line hoes, some top of the line stars I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] [Verse 1] And n***a, I'm spendin all my dollars on my brand new wear I talk to these b**hes like I really do care Any conversation 'bout the money you dare Eleven hundred got a n***a look at two pair The ice gotta sparkle if it don't lose layer All I get is attitude and boo boo stares Look, Juvie got E.G., they too rare The Coogi hot [?] and they give me two pair Sharp crease and lining like I'm growin new hair Went Hollywood on 'em, I ain't have to move there Somebody tell me that there's gon' be a new mayor Consider me the King of New Orleans, true there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Juvenile and Nino, Magnolia lean-o A pocket full of C-notes, a black jalapeno Yeah I got an ego, the n***a do his thing though I got bad b**hes, black white and latino Hoods clockin, dogs rats and cats watchin And they heard 'bout it, and they done told e'rybody that they sure 'bout it, that it's better than your product All in your project, even your homey Herb got it And I ain't shy 'bout it, so tell me what you need I got all the llello but my wodie got the weed In Oakland got the fiends, and Brooklyn[?] got the river[?] sh** goin sour then get some of your sugar [Chorus] [Verse 3] Back in the saddle it's that boy from the booth What's happenin lil' baby, what it is, what it do? You know I'm had them boys that need somethin brand new I ain't never had sh**, that's how the hustle man do Wild DJ's on the 1's and 2's How n***az blow they sh** up and they all bad news Don't tell 'em nuttin n***a that's a bad move They a bunch of hotheads and they never act cool I ain't [?] when I be bustin a** too I'm a Nolia boy you seen the f**in tattoo I can get you hit don't put nuttin past you Why you stuntin wit'cha money? n***a I got cash too [Chorus]