Top Back Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Yeah, that's me and T man 

T.I. dot com bitch 

Tip, fuck wit' ya boi 

Hey, that is my brotha 

Ladies and gentleman T.I. 

And he is the king, bitch 

Don't get that shit twisted 

And me, I am the best rapper alive 

Ladies and gentleman, hello 

This is the drought 3 

And it's been a minute since 

I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat 

But uh, I guess I'll go ahead 

And show these niggas what to do 

With one of the beats, man 

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I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked 

Ridin' wit' a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back 

I like to get real high and I never look back 

And you don't wanna try me and don't I look strapped? 

I come from tha hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it 

I got black and gold soul wit' a fresh New Orleans fitted 

And a collared polo and a pair of balli bucks 

Young Money motherfucka, I know you worry about us 

Cash Money motherfucker, CMR, I trust 

Never had my jaw brokin' but his jaw I'll bust 

And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus 

What happens on my bus stays on my bus 

And that white widow weed out the jar is a must 

If you give me a cigar then a cigar I'll bust 

Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff 

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Look ma, I'm tryin' to make a porno starring us 

Well, not just us, a couple foreign sluts 

Yeah, we make this a manage twain, ya'll in? 

I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin' ballin' 

Yeah baby, we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding 

Pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian 

I am leaning like 3 legged lion 

Climbing right to the top 

Of the motherfuckin' mountain counting 

I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it 

Manny got this fuckin' beat pounding 

It's pounding but it was just lost until I found it 

I found it, stole it like a scoundrel 

Holly grove hound it, put this bitch to sleep 

Fucking right, I night gowned it, nigga's talkin' cheap 

Tell them niggas, pipe down bitch 

Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless 

Beatin' up this track like a motherfuckin round fist 

Blind, deaf or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss 

I'm just a martian, ain't nobody else on this planet I know 

See, I live by my only 

Say where my cheese nigga? Where my macaroni? 

Baby, I get up in da ass and act a donkey 

Candy, armed candy nigga grippin' the grain 

See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain 

I am so, so New Orleans like 1825 Tulane 

Ha, ha, ha, see you gotta be New Orleans 

To know what I'm talkin 'bout and if you don't, fuck you 

Say what I want and I don't want nothin' 

'Cause I got everything, bitch