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Top Notch Lyrics

Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Trash Like The f*** For 40 Dollars In The Club
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Less
Top-Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Less
Top-Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Trash Like The f*** For 40 Dollars In The Club
[Verse 1: Z-Ro:]
I stay in pimp mode, throughout flippin zip-codes, like pimpin' ken
In a 300, in a Baritz, a Bentley or Benz
He been feeding you chicken dinners it's time for you to win
I got room for one more horse in my stable you should come in
Trash like to f*** for 40 dollars in the club(in the club)
If you nicklin and dimin out here you can't f*** with us
I know you wondering what I been doing about but you know what it was
time to get top dollar signs, we don't need no drugs
Top Notch hoes get the most not the lesser
disrespect the pimp and you gon end up on a stretcher
King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot, and TF Records
We doing good on our own but its more money if were together
[Hook: Z-Ro and Pimp C]

[Verse 2:]

My momma used to tell me 'bout these
Really gayed a** b****** in these streets
That need direction baby, I provide protection baby
If it's just you and me no need to start investing baby
Cause I don't want'cha body, I want what yo body brang
I never been a jigolo baby I'm about that change
Catch me in a candy blue thang, when I'm in the turning lane
I don't f*** with Reggie Miller its designer doeja burning, man
I'm 'bout that Screwston, Texas, mo' city in my block
I be passing every section and I can kick it at any spot
We moving behind tent and if the coppers harass
Man, I better my mother with J Prince and put my foot back on the gas
[Hook: Z-Ro and Pimp C]

[Verse 3:]
Sunday morning I'm pulling out my b****, I'm looking good
Nothing but diamonds around my neck and around my wrist I'm looking good (what it is, what it is)
Double breasted Tailor made, I'm sace'd down to the flo'
And it don't matter if you step on my wing-tip shoes, cause I'm a just go buy me some mo' (what it is, what it is)
Huh, Look homie I'm feeling larger than life
Just because I'm able to provide for my daughter tonight
I went to sleep on a bench, but I woke up on a King Size
Now everyday of my life I see so many green guys
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