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boss top – in dis bitch lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, b+tch)
protege beatz
(o+block sh+t, yeah)
(get back gang, strech gang)
(allat, b+tch)
(you already know, otf)

[chorus]
real k!llers in the club, make a play in this b+tch
we gon’ up some big cans, we gon’ spray in this b+tch
broad day wit’ the drac’, blow the k in this b+tch
if yo’ chain got took, you so fake in this b+tch
middle finger at the opps, it’s some shots in this b+tch
we got switches on every f+ckin’ glock in this b+tch
we got ice on us, it’s some real rocks in this b+tch
we got stripes on us, tigers from the block from this b+tch
if your wife on us, she gon’ eat some c+ck, swallow d+ck
we got knives on us, you can still get popped in this b+tch
blow the handgun, make it sound like chops round this b+tch
we got tookaman blowin’, that’s a opp in this b+tch
if yo’ p+ssy stank, leave, we ain’t stankin’ in this b+tch
leave em’ layin’ dead, o+block love flankin’ in some sh+t
if you love your girl, cuff her, we be sprangin’ up some sh+t
and we princ+p+l, ain’t n0body layin’ over sh+t
just like chris paul, break your ankle, trip across that sh+t
see your instagram, lookin’ like you hatin’ on that b+tch
we got fast cars, e+way drive, racing on that sh+t
post his baby momma, i won’t spend no paper on that b+tch
i’m a switch it up, know they wanna hear some gangster sh+t
if i get rental up, b+tch let’s roll k!ll, change the sh+t
we got pipes onna’ shoe, like story, djokovic
when i ain’t had no buds, still went sh+t from me to michael b+tch
i’m just tryna’ f+ck, really i don’t even like the b+tch
made a bag wit’ bro, who gon’ be the first to strike a b+tch
i’m just tryna’ f+ck, really i don’t even like the b+tch
made a bag wit’ bro, who gon’ be the first to strike a b+tch
say he gon’ slide, n+gga, slide then
leanin’ off the drank, feeling like i popped five xans
spray your whole block like a fireman
blood on the scene, body stankin’ like trashcan
block mc, hoppin’ out that b+tch like batman
ain’t no way, like a heavy n+gga, fat
spin on this fire’, like a motherf+ckin’ track
and we still blitzin’ on the field, john madden

- boss top lyrics

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