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top hat - boe sosa lyrics

[intro]
ayy, young jay, you made this?

[chorus: boe sosa]
brothers from the sandbox, bang the same gang
loyalty is everything, you know i’ll never change
runnin’ up a bag, n-gga, you can keep the fame
kick door, bet he give up everything
brothers from the sandbox, bang the same gang
loyalty is everything, you know i’ll never change
runnin’ up a bag, n-gga, you can keep the fame
kick door, bet he give up everything

[verse 1: boe sosa]
kick door, bet he give up everything
married to my glock, b-tch, f-ck a wedding ring
boe, brothers over everything
boe, brothers over everything
young n-gga from the trenches, probably out of town
couple bricks, couple sticks, hit for some pounds
i’m st-tch-lipped, f-ck the law, i can’t make a sound
free the gangland doin’ time in that dog pound
i been trappin’, bust down pack, finna send ’em all
this sh-t deeper than rap, we tryna knock him off
kick door, bet that n-gga hit the floor quick
real n-ggas relate, ’cause this is real sh-t
just got the call, finna pick up my chain
lost lulmir, sh-t’ll never be the same
mumu with two straps, he know when to let it bang
sixo with the pistol, he’ll hit you with the thing

[verse 1: boe phay]
i made him give up everything, i even took his pinky rings
all my n-ggas demons and hungry, cravin’ for the same thing
puttin’ dirt on my name, i dare you reach for this chain
forty open his brain, this forty filled with propane
f-cked you in murder gang, in traffic, switchin’ up lanes
’woods gon’ ease the pain, we caught him, now he don’t bang
forty leavin’ these stains, n-ggas switchin’ they gang
streets’ll never be the same, these n-ggas bang for the fame
streets startin’ to get hot, these bullets burn like a thot
poppin’ on n-ggas’ block, aimin’ straight for the top
boe, we’ll never stop, we gon’ stay gettin’ guap
when i was slidin’ down the jack with mini-chop, sendin’ them shots
n-ggas know what happen, we can get this sh-t crackin’
heard blood playin’ with hollows, i got full metal jackets
told that b-tch to run it up and let me see some -ss clappin’
i’m all about my money, flippin’ work, and countin’ them packages

[verse 3: boe sixo]
b-tch, it’s strictly boe, i know you n-ggas heard of us
thirty shots’ll leave your p-ssy -ss in dust
i keep it on me, you n-ggas know it’s a must
if you f-ckin’ with the suckers, you gon’ be rushed
f-ck the suckers, you n-ggas known for sneak dissin’
get your aim up, you n-ggas known to keep missin’
lil’ dj keep a wallet like a fat b-tch
i be on the block makin’ moves, on my trap sh-t
lil’ mumu keep two straps, that’s what he known to do
this for lulmir, i’ll tell my demons come and rumble you
lil j-4, yeah, you know he keep it on his hip
it’s kick door season and you know we finna get rich
you a b-tch, you really ain’t with the street sh-t
ask your big homie, we ain’t the n-ggas to beef with
you a b-tch, you really ain’t with the street sh-t
ask your big homie, we ain’t the n-ggas to beef with

- boe sosa lyrics

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