Top Back chords and lyrics - T.I.

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[Verse 1]
Cre[Em]me de la creme homie,
top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back,
let back, let back, let back
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my [C]top let back, let back,
let back, let back, let back, let back

[Verse 2]
Ay holla if [C]ya like ya [Em]beat down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top [C]let back, let back, [Em]let back,
[C]let[Em] back, let back, let back

[Verse 3]
I like my [Em]beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [Em]windows [G]pitch [Em]black

[Verse 4]
I like my [Em]beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya
[G]windows pitch [Em]black

[Verse 5]
I'm the [Em]man in my city,
ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real niggas
and all the bad bitches
I'm [C]a known drug dealer; I
always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers
was all in class [Em]wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes,
watchin' some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin',
got the berretta in vision
And [C]ready to pop the clip in,
ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a
[Bb]celebrity pistol whippin'
[C]Pimp [Em]stolen' the automobile,
and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's
nothin' but gas-given
Addicted [C]Addicted to fast livin', yes,
I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now,
you should a seen me [Bb]be fore I h[C]ad children
[Em]Give dick to ya daddy's daughter
and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause
I definitely have some endurance
[C]Kill her in Mississippi and
drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' while
[Bb]I'm [C]woodgrain grippin'
I [Em]like my

[Verse 6]
beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [Em]windows pitch black

[Verse 7]
I like my [Em]beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [Em]windows pitch black

[Verse 8]
I got this [Em]Pimp Squad Click; I
know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich,
and we ain't worried 'bout much
On [C]this glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start,
bet his heart I bust
[Em]Got ya partners and the broad
in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation
thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the [C]heart and the guts
on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily,
tryin' [Bb]to tw[C]erk five mo'
[Em]Ya see the Cadillac swervin'
down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali,
fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a [C]pill and half with my partner
Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul
[Bb]Food [C]number fo'
[Em]Other rappers', old dudes,
told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter
brick of blow
[C](Hey), nigga, don't you hit me
'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades blades glistenin',
and [D]my [Em]808 kickin'

[Verse 9]
I like my beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [Em]windows pitch black

[Verse 10]
I like my [Em]beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [Em]windows pitch black

[Verse 11]
I wear [Em]the crown down under, man,
somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds
and have everybody bailin'
I got some [C]bitches in a Benz and
my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's
and [D]Asani's on [Em]Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me,
just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya
leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol [C]way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't gettin' stuck,
you got life fucked [Em]up
A couple stiches in ya hip will
have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess
he might luck up
Meanwhile,
I'm [C]racin' my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo
every [Em]time I [C]get a car
I [Em]like my

[Verse 12]
beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [Em]windows [G]pitch [Em]black

[Verse 13]
I like my [Em]beat down low
and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours
with with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya [C]Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya [G]windows
pitch [Em]black

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