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in dis bitch - boss top lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, b*tch)
protege beatz
(o*block sh*t, yeah)
(get back gang, strech gang)
(allat, b*tch)
(you already know, otf)

[chorus]
real k!llers in the club, make a play in this b*tch
we gon’ up some big cans, we gon’ spray in this b*tch
broad day wit’ the drac’, blow the k in this b*tch
if yo’ chain got took, you so fake in this b*tch
middle finger at the opps, it’s some shots in this b*tch
we got switches on every f*ckin’ glock in this b*tch
we got ice on us, it’s some real rocks in this b*tch
we got stripes on us, tigers from the block from this b*tch
if your wife on us, she gon’ eat some c*ck, swallow d*ck
we got knives on us, you can still get popped in this b*tch
blow the handgun, make it sound like chops round this b*tch
we got tookaman blowin’, that’s a opp in this b*tch
if yo’ p*ssy stank, leave, we ain’t stankin’ in this b*tch
leave em’ layin’ dead, o*block love flankin’ in some sh*t
if you love your girl, cuff her, we be sprangin’ up some sh*t
and we princ*p*l, ain’t n0body layin’ over sh*t
just like chris paul, break your ankle, trip across that sh*t
see your instagram, lookin’ like you hatin’ on that b*tch
we got fast cars, e*way drive, racing on that sh*t
post his baby momma, i won’t spend no paper on that b*tch
i’m a switch it up, know they wanna hear some gangster sh*t
if i get rental up, b*tch let’s roll k!ll, change the sh*t
we got pipes onna’ shoe, like story, djokovic
when i ain’t had no buds, still went sh*t from me to michael b*tch
i’m just tryna’ f*ck, really i don’t even like the b*tch
made a bag wit’ bro, who gon’ be the first to strike a b*tch
i’m just tryna’ f*ck, really i don’t even like the b*tch
made a bag wit’ bro, who gon’ be the first to strike a b*tch
say he gon’ slide, n*gga, slide then
leanin’ off the drank, feeling like i popped five xans
spray your whole block like a fireman
blood on the scene, body stankin’ like trashcan
block mc, hoppin’ out that b*tch like batman
ain’t no way, like a heavy n*gga, fat
spin on this fire’, like a motherf*ckin’ track
and we still blitzin’ on the field, john madden

- boss top lyrics

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