Top Diine

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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 suckers 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 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
 But I ain't done yet
 Wait until you see what I done did to the 'Vette
 My homie from the bay say my shit is the shit
 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
 

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Duration
03:59
Tempo
82 BPM

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