Chords for T.I. - Top Back (Remix) Music Video (Dirty) [[HD]] w/ LYRICS

_ _ _ _ _ Man in Fresh, what up nigga?
_ _ I'ma show this nigga [C] what I'm doin'
[Gm] I got my chain, keep that finger on my waist
All them haters talkin' reckless, tell them say it to my face
[Eb] See a bankroll, yeah I almost caught a case
It's the [Bb] remix of Man in Fresh talkin' bass
I'm [G] sittin' up 28 inches, got me sittin' so hot
Reach straight up through the clouds, god damn I'm in the [Eb] sky
Got my 87's on, god damn it I'm fly
Bet you anything [Bb] won't nab me, cause I'm [G] a
I was the new Gunn Wednesday to drop that Monday
Ice cream and power, [Gm] same color as a Sunday
So [Eb] you can miss me when they hatin' and that he can't rap shit
Tell them faggot ass niggas [Bb] grab they lips and ride my dick
[G] God damn my money sick, hey I need to see a doctor
Black on black Bentley, call it Phantom of the Opera
[Eb] Limit line drop top, I call [D] it the Sprite
When [Eb] I pull it out the garage, [F] you can call it the [G] night
I like my beat loud, and my top lit
You can see me ride 24, put a chop and holla
[Eb] That shit like your kid in Woodhouse, and your top lit
If you're real sick hot, [Bb] and your window be like [Gm] black
I like my beat [G] loud, and my top lit
You can see me ride 24, [Gm] put a chop and holla
That shit [Eb] like your kid in Woodhouse, and your top lit
If you're real sick hot, and your window be like black
[Bb] I'm a black [G] ass, my trunk on break, the damn low
I'm ridin' through the hood with 8's of them [Eb] raw
Them 27's tall, but them 8's are damn raw
Bitches know they see the back and [C] it's gray like [G] grandpa
Straight to Chevy, all kinda sour apple colors
Diamonds up in my trunk look like money up a sucka
[Eb] Tech Nafs, it's on Mac money for others
Leap the weapon on Ducatis, [D] I got on my candy clovers
[G] Nah this ain't the movie, but I shot four brothers
And plus I got a Chevelle that drop four colors
[Eb] Cars without the color, my beat down low
And let my rim sit high, [C] I'm the best thing [G] blowin' out
I like my trunk low, and my top lit
You can see me ride 24, [Gm] put a chop and holla
That shit [Eb] like your kid in Woodhouse, and your top lit
If you're real sick hot, [Bb] and your window be like black
I [G] like my beat loud, and my top lit
You can see me ride 24, put a chop and holla
[Eb] That shit like your kid in Woodhouse, and your top lit
If you're real sick hot, [Bb] and your window be like black
I [G] got my treble up high, and my beat down low
I don't slam no doors, I bend where the roof [Eb] go
What I need a roof for, replacing with the sky
Street speed mind, [F] with that Georgia on my mind
[G] Ridin' in the weather pain, like I'm surfin' on a tidal wave
Cocaine, bro, get straight out the [Eb] microwave
Man in the trunk, sound like the man knocking
Side pass [F] rockin', on stacks in my pocket
I [G] got money in my pocket, and my mind on hold
Thinkin' myself back, I like my beat down low
[Eb] Cigaretto bullet throw, and a Chevy two-tone
It's sittin' on cold, [Dm] inside get my roll on
[G] Gotta dip through the hood, you know Jizz will keep it real
I see some hot girls, so I'ma turn it up a little
[Eb] Let em bounce to the music, but bounce to the beat
Top down, [Bb] spin and ride with the drip
I [G] like my beat loud, and my top lit
You see me rise with it, boy, [Gm] with a choppy holla
Feel [Eb] like you're gettin' wood hot, and your top lit
If you're real sick hot, [Bb] and you're with those kids
I [G] like my beat loud, and my top lit
You see me rise with it, boy, with a choppy holla
Feel [Eb] like you're gettin' wood hot, and your top lit
If you're real sick hot, [C] and you're with those kids
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit
Chrome feet down low, [Gm] and my Apollo whip
[Eb] Dig your dad, shit your dad, tell him nigga check that
Make them bitches sit back, [Bb] wolfers give em whip
[G] Coming down in the Chevy, motor sound like a dead type
Hey there, you can tell [Gm] I hit a tire, yelling nearly [Eb] like
I don't weigh 80, and I bet you can steal here
Look for bit, I cut it up, [Bb] I bet I can lift fields here
[G] I make my money real big, choppers and steel here
They catch me with it, fuck [C] it, I'm doing my little [D] bid
Hear my drop top ride, hear my Glock cock ride
I'm looking for the nigga [Gm] where they at, stop hiding _ _ _
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