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nipsey hussle - top down lyrics

[intro]
yuh, nip hussle in this motherf-cker
rallo, what up?
look

[verse 1]
my top down, your name hot now
but when i was out here, n-gga, you was not ’round (’round)
was in the game, but i just watch now
i did rims so my sh-t stock now (ayy)
suede, hit, linin’ on the roof
don’t be lyin’ on the facts, n-ggas lyin’ in the booth
when we travel around the world, we flyin with a suitcase stamped louis vuitton with cuban cigar
miami, ocean ave, couple beautiful broads
on the back of motorbikes, ain’t no use for a car
i’m outta town, so the coupe is at large
and this, jealous of success, n-ggas usually are
but, i dont give a f-ck, i ain’t trippin’ though
n-gga gettin’ desperate while i’m gettin’ dough
oh, you love that b-tch? better get ya hoe
and i ain’t gotta tell you why, you already know

[chorus]
one-one-once in a lifetime sh-t
she ain’t never been f-cked in a drop top benz
that’s why when i pull up, she quick to get in
i’m a boss, young n-gga, get some paper and a pen
cl-ss is in session, rap ’til i’m restless
’cause constant repet-tion is the path to progression
cl-ss is in session, rap ’til i’m restless
’cause constant repet-tion is the path to progression

[verse 2]
take that and run with it, you should get some cash (cash)
way back as young n-ggas, we was livin’ fast
heavy on the grind, south central state of mind
type of n-gga buy a pound, break it all down in dimes
baby blue regal, 1985
gold rollie on my neck, 380 in my spine
it was a lot of things that was runnin’ through my mind
all of which i would bring to myself, in due time
and now i’m watchin’ ring put a strain on her eye
fireworks in my sleeve, the 4th of july
waist line louis, stay fly truly
can’t f-ck with me with a rubber or a roofie
hoes try to choose me, haters try and shoot me
feds wanna book me and these b-tches wanna screw me
ex-street n-gga turned boss, that’s the routine
and you would have extras if your life was a movie

[outro]
yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
catch my breath, that’s a whole lot of words, you know
this is the marathon
new sh-t, neighborhood nip hussle, let’s get it

- nipsey hussle lyrics

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