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marching - boss top lyrics

[chorus]
ain’t talking no band when i say we marching
we got b*ttons on the back of our glocks
b*tch, we stepping, walking on rocks
you can see me shining, my sh*t from the box
ain’t talking no band when i say we got drums
and the sticks and we really walk down on the opps
ar, pistols, drums and glocks
if a n*gga diss von, we stretching ’em out
in the ‘raq we ran, twelve on cars
flushing on 12, i’m on going to the stars
n*ggas ain’t gang, n*ggas ain’t got heart
if a n*gga ain’t sliding then the n*gga ain’t a partner
still your squad for my n*gga sheroid
i don’t see what’s coming, i don’t merch no car
you can k!ll this chat, you can go that far
big wraith wraith, four deep, four rocks

[verse]
we don’t squash sh*t, send that sh*t up with god
riding with sh*t that’ll go through your car
right in your face, through your vest, through your heart
you know we can’t lie so they [?]
they was hating on top then boom, took off
send the work, minnesota, bro banging on the saucе
got a crib for my b*tch, for the hoes got a [?]
thesе b*tches gon’ f*ck, just don’t front them off
i sleep with the racks like i live in the vault
spin back twice, red tape, white chalk
my main [?], he really don’t talk
my main [?] white, we tight like rope
when they free the main slime, we back selling dope
put the opps in the ground, put the rack in the floor
mg white, it look like snow
christian dior like pop when it’s smoke
but i do it for von, you already know
you ain’t stating no facts, it’s cap, for sure
put his key in his locks, gotta come through the door
my shorty hop out, went clapping some more
and it happen in the front, ain’t gotta backdoor
n*ggas ain’t built like that, ‘wop know
follow these n*ggas, straight wipping they nose
a lot of cap on the ‘gram gon’ get a n*gga smoked
you money look funny, your pockets is a joke
got a b*tch in the [?], let me bust in her throat
got a b*tch in the new york, she be swipping for coats
i bring in the racks and i give it to [?]
you know how we rocking, we don’t fall out by hoes
got hit in his face, left a hole like a boat
wherever they book us, ain’t ducking no shows
we [?] each other, together we grow
[chorus]
ain’t talking no band when i say we marching
we got b*ttons on the back of our glocks
b*tch, we stepping, walking on rocks
you can see me shining, my sh*t from the box
ain’t talking no band when i say we got drums
and the sticks and we really walk down on the opps
ar, pistols, drums and glocks
if a n*gga diss von, we stretching ’em out
in the ‘raq we ran, twelve on cars
flushing on 12, i’m on going to the stars
n*ggas ain’t gang, n*ggas ain’t got heart
if a n*gga ain’t sliding then the n*gga ain’t a partner
still your squad for my n*gga sheroid
i don’t see what’s coming, i don’t merch no car
you can k!ll this chat, you can go that far
big wraith wraith, four deep, four rocks

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