Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down

1]
Uh, sent ya a post of it, she was smokin' on my new shit
Look like she ain't had no on
Then I said, "Let me my phone"
Ooh, girl, you you wrong
She was naked in my message
Lips sexy, I can not contest it
I got a show in town, girl, you on my guest list
It goes down in the DM, like, you gotta it
I got a paper fetish, baby girl, my wallets
I got some 'Rari fever, broke niggas'll catch it
I got a Goyard bag in my Lexus
I told her not to catch it, I my homies to get it
Seven back-to-back when Jess is on the set
Her shit is soakin' wet, makin' fuckin' sound effects
And we ain't even in the crib, yeah, I'm to roll up
She like a sobriety test
Dropped the album, I up a check
I'm wonderin' what I'm a buy
momentum, haters payin' attention
But I ain't trippin', watch my next

Shit, I had my top down, let 'em see in
Top down, let 'em see in
Shit, I put my top down, let you see in
Top down, let you see in,

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Girl, I ain't got no Snapchat, just up over here and give me that
Nice dress, up out it
You was talkin' it, now show me that you it
I ain't talkin' 'bout no internet
She subtweetin' since she got it
Now she sayin' she can't live it
Her boyfriend houndin', tried to her phone
She walked in, caught him in
He sent apology and she scream
Shorty, it down, I roll up
I drive them low-riders the town
Seven Cadillacs sittin' in front of the Jet
Where the cash at? That's your dog found
Rosé champagne, yellow crowns
Hold them up for the ones who stayed down
Celebrate because we all paid now, you it goes down

I had my top down, let you see in
Top down, let you see in
Yeah, I put my top down, let you see in
Put my op down, let you see in