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Trill Sammy – Invisible Top Lyrics

My Own Version of You By Bob Dylan

(I’m like, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pull up, invisible top
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, yuh, yuh) (Ayy, yuh, yuh)
(Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh-) Rain (Drip)

I done fell in love with that bitch for her brain
Hittin’ that bitch from the back while my chains hit together, kinda sound like loose change
If I call you my brother, we stick together (Stick together)
It won’t be ’bout no bitch if we fall out ever
Walk inside of the club and we change the weather
Might go over your head like an umbrella

Pull up, invisible top (Pull up)
I left the DMV then hit the lot
Trap out the Beamer, can’t have the crib too hot
Put double C’s on my socks (For real)
Put double G’s on my bitch
She like designer a lot
Cuffin’ that bitch? You a cop
See it, I want it? I cop
Ain’t nothin’ to talk about
Keep the bitch right on the spot (Ain’t nothin’ to talk about)

I done fell in love with that bitch for her brain
Hittin’ that bitch from the back while my chains hit together, kinda sound like loose change
If I call you my brother, we stick together (Stick together)
It won’t be ’bout no bitch if we fall out ever
Walk inside of the club and we change the weather
Might go over your head like an umbrella

Jump in the booth and I blank
Get in one of my moods and I pour up a pint
She gon’ blow me like soup, what you think she a saint? (Ha)
Stashin’ my drugs in the gas tank (Stashin’), yeah
They pull me over? I’ma do the dash (Do the dash)
Too many racks in my Louis bag
These niggas bitches just like a drag (Bitches)
Nigga walk around with more racks than your dad
Mixin’ up drank (Yeah)
Mixin’ up drank like I was in love (Gangster)
I was in New York
I was in New York, had to send that bitch cash
Never came up short, chain on sport
I done cut the plug off, went lookin’ for the sauce
Shorty hit so good, I done left the bitch hoarse (Ha), god damn

I done fell in love with that bitch for her brain
Hittin’ that bitch from the back while my chains hit together, kinda sound like loose change
If I call you my brother, we stick together (Stick together)
It won’t be ’bout no bitch if we fall out ever
Walk inside of the club and we change the weather
Might go over your head like an umbrella

Pull up, invisible top (Top, top, top, top, top, top)
I pull up, invisible top (Shh)