Z-Ro - Let the Top Dine lyrics

I'mma add, one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'mma add, one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'm gonna let the top dine
And I'm gonna let the top dine

This shit ain't light, this shit heavy
We comin' dine
(That's how we do it in the H doe)
These ain't lil' wheels, these are swangas
(Pokin') we run this town
And I roll on 4s (I roll)
But maybe I roll on 3s (I roll on 3s)
I know you know (You know)
Nigga, just where your ho gon' be
(That ho wit' me) ain't no more chrome
It was murder, that hoe is so clean
My cup is full of somethin' bubblin'
And we on the boulevard actin' ugly

I'mma add one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'mma add one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'm gonna let the top dine
And I'm gonna let the top dine
(We gon' let the top dine)

Uh, I swear to God I'm the
Realest nigga you ever seen
Me against the world
I promise I am the better team
I ain't ever gon' pass my throne
I'm the forever king
Thinkin' something different? You must not
Know what forever mean i'm Luther-like
That's why I call myself Vandross
Coronavirus or not
You best to keep your hands off
If I ever did fall off, you know I shook back
That's why I'm blessed
Jesus be hangin' where the crooks at
(Hallelujah) i came in the game
And I ain't never looked back
Probably can't cook no food
But I can cook crack this ain't a library
But this where the books at (Right here)
To read these is gon' cost you
More than a couple bands
Nevermind, but they gotta go
Through a couple hands they say I'm the man
I guess it ain't nothing other than
One Deep Entertainment, that ain't me
That's we
Why would I ever pay for the pussy? My G
That's free

I'mma add one-two
I'mma act just like a nigga do
(A nigga do, how we gon' act?)
I'mma add one-two (yeah)
I'mma act just like a nigga do
I'm gon' let the top dine
(I'm gon' let the top dine)
And I'm gon' let the top dine

King of the ghetto, Z-Ro
Mo City Don, all that there
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Dominic Gwen goin' in in this motherfucker
And if you ain't feelin' that
You ain't touching it right bitch
Screwed Up Click for life
RIP all the fallen soldiers of the game
Still ball hard, word to Curtis Stack nigga
Robert Earl Davis, John Hawkins
Patrick Hawkins the city I run in