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Freeway Take It To The Top

me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 1: Freeway]

trim, trim, trim Smoke fillin' up my lungs and I'm blowing blubble, blubble, bubble, blubbles It's Saturday night, let's get in trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble So it

drop top chicken box Mr. KFC, VVS is in the watch Living fast where it's all about that money bag Never front, you take there it ain't no comin' back Top

hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh

no mo' I'll be there around 4, around 4 that fo' do Phantom at your front door You can take it for a ride Keep it in papas sake Debate it at fate and

hoes be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang On any young nigger with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see 'cause I know what it

through And take it to the concrete too. Leave you all black and blue. Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it coming Keep it

So jump in, it ain't no sin Take a ride in my machine City traffic's movin' way too slow Drop the pedal and go, go, go We goin' ridin' on the freeway

the metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup But in the ill