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doe boy – top taker lyrics

[intro: big flame 8 & doe boy]
d+o+e beezy
i ain’t never worried ’bout a f+ck n+gga scheming
i ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch, i’m top— out my n+ggas
need one sec
ayy, ayy

[chorus: big flame 8 & doe boy]
i ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch, i’m top taker out my n+ggas (oh, really?)
i can’t say top shotter, b+tch, i run ’round with them k!llers
man, get back, not for us, that’s for them n+ggas
ayy, what they do? sh+t, get back, no, they didn’t (think i’m playin’?)

[verse 1: big flame 8 & doe boy]
ayy, rob a rapper, you know that sh+t on my bucket list
ayy, glorilla, i’m off this perc’, let’s go f+ck, i ain’t gon’ nut quick (come here, baby)
i ain’t gon’ nut quick
ayy, no cardi b, want hennessey, f+ck ’round and bust in it (come here, baby)
i love money like i’m mitch, slime sh+t like rico
shh, he gon’ die soon, i’m pretty sure that he know
all thesе questions, b+tch, do you f+ck with them peoplе?
ayy, bruh addicted to shootin’ like that fiend is with that needle
ayy, all i be with is the maniacs
she got r+t+rded neck, but i swear this b+tch a brainiac
b+tch, just f+ck me, stop that talkin’, f+ck your zodiac
they just put they mans on the side, they never caught no hat
ayy, if i f+ck, don’t go act crazy
i’m too turnt, if i slip up, abort that baby
summertime, i’m sweatin’ hard up on this mag, bushes i’m layin’
ayy, they can’t relate, they ain’t never did that sh+t i’m sayin’
ayy, lot of artillery, b+tch, we still that art gang
they got targets on they chest, you know that dart gang
six stick, get out that whip, that rookie sh+t, that’s why they park gang
when i upped racks up on my ‘gram, that’s when them hearts came (oh, really?)
[chorus: big flame 8 & doe boy]
i ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch, i’m top taker out my n+ggas (doe beezy)
i can’t say top shotter, b+tch, i run ’round with them k!llers (gang, gang, gang, gang)
man, get back, not for us, that’s for them n+ggas
ayy, what they do? sh+t, get back, no, they didn’t (think i’m playin’?)

[verse 2: doe boy]
rob a rapper, been crossed that sh+t off my bucket list (think i’m playin’?)
fifty k in all dubs, i’m quick to dub a b+tch (bye)
in new york, i ain’t ‘posed to have my gun, but i got a thirty clip (buh, buh, buh, buh)
i’m in brooklyn with my switch, tell lola brooke she tough as sh+t, okay, yeah (come here, baby)
talkin’ shmurder business, i could never be a snitch (hahaha)
i love b, yeah, that’s my dog, could never be a b+tch (no sirski)
ayy, i don’t kiss and tell, you ask, i never seent your b+tch (no sirski)
p+ssies got to scramblin’ just like ants soon as they sent the blitz, ayy (brrt)
no cardi b, she geeked off hennessey, she said she need some d+ck (go, go, go, go)
trick off on your favorite ig b+tch, wafi, i need a kit (icy)
laughin’ at your favorite ig rapper, that boy need some drip (fool)
might come through, let this glock sing on your strip, just f+cked this singer b+tch, okay (oh, really?)

[chorus: big flame 8]
i ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch, i’m top taker out my n+ggas
i can’t say top shotter, b+tch, i run ’round with them k!llers
man, get back, not for us, that’s for them n+ggas
ayy, what they do? sh+t, get back, no, they didn’t

- doe boy lyrics

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