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swerzie - top 1 villain lyrics

[intro: gill!]
yeah, go, let’s go
okay, okay, okay, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: gill! & swerzie]
stand up in that kitchen, beat that pot like tyson (okay, yeah)
got that glock up on my hip, ain’t got no time for fightin’ (okay, yeah)
n+ggas beefin’ on the ‘net, ain’t got no time for typin’ (go, huh?)
n+ggas stealin’ swag, i’m really tired of n+ggas bitin’ (okay, b+tch)
i stand up real tall, big body sh+t like i’m a bison (okay)
i geek up real bad, bought my b+tch a bag (yeah, yeah)
molly got me geekin’, f+ck around and spend a bag (yeah)
my b+tch as f+ck, she bad as h+ll with h+lla ass (huh?)
with a switch (woah), n+gga, don’t trip (no)
n+gga talkin’ crazy, i’m gon’– (oh)
n+gga talkin’ crazy, now he sleepin’ with the fish (whoa)
run off with that paper fast like i’m michael vick (go)
put ’em in a ditch, cook ’em up real quick (d+mn, d+mn)
we got h+lla glocks, h+lla poles, h+lla sticks (d+mn)
i was in the trap, i swear that b+tch feel like the fifth (huh?, yeah)
smokin’ out the zip, put that d+ck right on her lip (what?, what?)
i’m a real n+gga, told that b+tch, “i need to trip” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
make that sack flip, make that check at saks fifth (huh?, yeah)
grew up on 58, i was raised with them crips (hm?, go)
cut a n+gga throat, bust a n+gga lip (uh, woah, uh)
[verse 2: swerzie]
b+tch, you must be trip (huh?), b+tch, bet’ not go trip (huh?, b+tch)
i heard that he hatin’ on me (huh?), i went took a trip (huh?, i went took a trip)
i went took a–, i went took a trip (huh?, i went, i went, i took a trip)
she want me to lay in it, i’m gon’ take a dip (to lay in it, let’s go)
hold up, let me pull the brake (let’s go, ay)
i’m on top a buildin’ with a bad b+tch, eatin’ steak (i’m eatin’ steak)
i’m the top one villain, in my city i instate (b+tch)
showed a couple hundreds, swear that b+tch turned to a lake
i don’t take no f+ckin’ break, b+tch (i don’t, facts)
it’s a rotten life, i tote a big [?] (i tote a big [?])
i only f+ck bad hoes from the front, i grab a b+tch knees (i grab a b+tch knees)
all these b+tches hatin’ on me, ’cause i’m what a b+tch need
and i’m posted up with sh+t that let a f+ckin’ fish breathe
yeah, i’m with gill!, mane, what’s the deal?
i count bills, i need a mil’, in the hills with b+tch in heels
in the ‘ville, i tote the steel
breda semi, sh+t get real, in that hemi, f+ck the wheel
get the gas, sweep down the hill, me and my crodie down to pill
me and my o.g., wait–, i’on got no f+ckin’ o.g. (b+tch)
i’m just tryna link and bill, i’m just tryna make a bil’ (ayy, skrr’)
i’m just tryna run that sh+t the f+ck up, all up through my wheel
need my kids to have some kids to have some kids to have some kids to have a mil’, b+tch (f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, brr)
look+look, look+look, skrr’, skrr’, skrr’, skrr’, skrr’, skrr’, skrr’, skrr’, b+tch

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