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r6, silent (67), doroad & dopesmoke - top boy lyrics

[intro: r6]
skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

[verse 1: r6]
i got the arms up my shoulder
cid, no digger or folder
straight drop in the flock with a mourner
early, thought she went in a coma
bro step by step, i move like a soldier
automatic and a revolver
don’t gamble your life like poker
jump out for a fist fight, what a joker
no diddy, i sent him live to shore
like biggy brought out the draco, we got thе drizzy
pump action, sixer or the mizzy
we got thе coke, call it the fizzy
run, running from dart like kizzy
.44 and it cost me a brizzy
bap, bap, bap, bap
[verse 2: silent]
jump out, jump back in
bro got mad when i damped his ching
[?] pushed, they want man touring
i can’t lie, i’m back in the wing
two taps if the gangdem step with a twitch
two scrams, more time when we step in his whip
who’s that? bros tryna get a press on the blink
two stack, now i really make a mess on my ying
horrid stories, two in a top boy
legend story, dripped that stubborn
tryna go lunging, don’t get caught ‘cause that kitchen’s gory
many got chinged and flipped their story
put bro on a sticks, switch lanes like tory
if i wanna glide, don’t slide in, surely
i ain’t been touched, they’re lying poorly

[verse 3: doroad]
aye
aye 6, ‘memba time that we slid
itch ran down an opp and he tried to go clip it
and if gang see an opp, then gang be clipping him
shot him, put him on a bonnet, gangs on different things, uhh
the opps should be chasing cash
too busy getting shot for the nash pulling up when they work
i’m still putting bro on a pedestal
we got the booting of the century, aye f+ck the year
someone put the 22 duhh in the ughh
yo, uhh, im different type of man
you ain’t done no drillings or chingings for the gang
i ain’t shaking your hand
i don’t mind a drill rapper over there and ain’t done no drills
that’s sad but it could never be s.a.d
we ain’t got the same opps, you ain’t part of the clan
[verse 4: dopesmoke]
these déjà+vu’s keep giving me chills
n+ggas always talking smoky
they ain’t ever nothing live in the field
cv’s blank, nothing but cap
how does he rap and it sounds so real?
timmy got cheffed and left by my man
last time, man bucked up still
them times, bro weren’t in the field
spin this whip, i just sight me a paigan
can’t see no one in clapham or wandsworth road
so we’re taking it ‘leyton
jump out live, had brixton shaking
they don’t go to the top, it’s vacant
put timmy in a rizz and bake him
hate when i hear ‘bout yeoman
on foenem, them man are some patients
then i have mine but he had his
anywhere, anytime, it’s live, it’s fizz
jump out bait on numerous occasions
go ask+

[chorus: r6]
in par like kane
top boys, dushane
bro’s like tommy, i’m like govs
poverty driven, ready to blame
foreign cars, i stay in my lane
what is your name?
hop in the wag, your affiliate can get in the rain
in par like kane
top boys, dushane
bro’s up top, me, i’m like govs
poverty driven, ready to blame
foreign cars, i stay in my lane
what is your name?
hop in the wag, your affiliate can get in the rain

- r6 silent 67 doroad dopesmoke lyrics

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