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top shottas - china town lyrics

(lil shade)
aye get better cozy
you know we got your back n#gga
my girl fine asl she talking bout whatever
told her stop acting like that you my lover
mama on my ass but its ok she making me betta
i dont care if i hunt a n#gga down up in this weather
hold on my vest
pull out the tech
c#ck that b#tch then put in my sweater
n#ggas talking sh#t im high as f#ck laughing saying whatever
this stupid sh#t
tryna ride my stick
hold up you got the wrong idea
dont f#ck on a hoe
sucking d#ck for clothes
im not tryna hear yo poem
lets ride through the storm
roll a blunt with my n#ggas some more
my short has a s#xy face
with a thin lil waist aye im first place
leave you quiet as a mouse
then put my gun in your mouth
n#gga beggin for his life i dont give a f#ck
shoulda payed on time
you stay tryna f#ck with my life
im out here chasing bags thats on my mind
grind
(big teo, the trap man)
out in china with the asian b#tches
my taste expensive
i pray for forgiveness
you pay the reverend
my time dont waste it
my team is extensive
my clip is extended
yo bae offended
dont need the attention your man is breathless
yes ive been the best
and my flow agressive
what
yeah
toking blunts out in china town
dropped his body he was never found
flippin profits ive been selling pounds
drinking lots let my liver drown
your shorty looking and im gonna pounce
walk in the party my name announced
dont catch me slipping while im in the crowd
my gun isn’t shy he might blow you down
my shorty love blow she gonna let me pound
been around 3 years and you know im still around
out of the crib and my bl!ck is out
keep it on me if we popping out
(g sosa)
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
g sosa
gang sh#t
yeah
look
what flow should i start with
beat hard got my head feeling nauseous
i might switch it up
i might go r#t#rded
beat go in and out
like when a n#gga just farted
and i got the big glock
you can get your sh#t rocked
smoking on dopem
big zips in the zip lock
say we got the dracos
and we got the .223
bullets finna blast you
like a n#gga who just sneezed
d#mn
im hot now
yo b#tch giving me top now
pulled up on the opps and let off rounds
now these n#ggas laying off in the ground
these n#ggas too soft like a f#cking pop tart
bullet spray go vroom faster then a nascar
these n#ggas ain’t hard
they ain’t hit no f#cking l!cks
these b#tches they be bussin
and these b#tches they be doing d#cks
big draco and it got the coola kits
leave you in the back cell now you drooling b#tch
tryna freestyle this straight off the dome
i won’t go hard b#tch
i won’t go home
yeah
g sosa

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