Paul Wall - Top Diine lyrics

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Paul Wall - Top Diine lyrics

I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine Ridin' wit ma I'm just ridin' with my top diine In my trunk up in the air waving I bet them s**ers with that fake candy probably hating I like my drank poured and panoramic roof is vacant Get ya camera ready I give you a demonstration Texas ed taught me how to drive extra patient I be pacing paint dripping got the bops chasing But I got jackers waiting so that heater I'm embracing If you ain't never rode a slab then you not relating Dash digital, everything individual Never being identical nothing I got is rent-able Top is still invisible haters in my peripheral All of them are expendable partner I'm getting money My clear coat got that wet My kids watching Netflix from the headrest Can't too many do it like me If you lookin' for me you know where I be I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I wake up stunting Shining on them boys got that chrome looking sunny Open the garage, I pull out the slab Vogue tires looking ready your tires looking sad Super clean when I pulled on the ave My old school gets respect, old-timers give me dap Sanction on my wheels with the front mixed grill I still remember the first time I saw a slap I got the chills It used to take respect to ride 84 wheels Now these squares on computers hunting down the latest deals I'm wood wheel worker I'm in the slab section hurting feelings causing havoc at the intersection I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine But I ain't done yet Wait until you see what I done did to the 'Vette My homie from the bay say my sh** is the sh** But them lames try to tell me that the paint too wet Every time I drive it man I cause a wreck And every time I drive by they breakin' they neck Slab riders in the city just a few to select If you gon' blow swangers on them better do it correct The people without a slab always talkin' the most I got Flocked floor mats on the tip of my toes I'm tippin' on fours I ain't sweatin' these hoes I'm on the interstate, lighting this dro I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine I'm just ridin' with my top diine

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