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top boss - chiief diin lyrics

[intro: chiief diin]
top form records
(certified bangerz)
yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota (triple c’s)

[verse 1: chiief diin]
this is just the beginnin’
the finish line is so far, and clearly diin de chief winnin’
my hater’s soft like biscuit cream fillin’
these n*ggas weak, chinese jean linen
i love singin’, sometimes i choose sinnin’
neck blingin’, outside wid two women
it’s my turn, adil rashid spinnin’
me and giggs chasin’ dreams for life, dream livin’
hot like the pastries in tesco’s grocery store
a*l*s*o slice bread, the whitе one, fresh toast
links in the north, south, еast and west coast
there’s money to make, giggs, let’s go
always have a strap, it’s part of my dress code
i buy raw gas to smoke, esso
i hate jewelery, that sh*t give me chest cold
my style kinda stupid
it’s a pleasure doing a song with you giggs, to y’all, i’m a new kid (ahaha)
big up saint michael where all my crew is
we shoot from any angle, mandžukić
my team get bread and split bread
we turn oz’s to keys, we flip bread
i love black girls, big breast, thick legs
i don’t f*ck bad b*tches, they suck my d*ck head
gettin’ money is all man know
instrumentals get me well, tarzan mode
thirty*two bars and more
clip carry twenty*three, jordan 4
lucian blood, but bridgetown i born and grow
can’t forget to hail my n*gga burke success
come wid bigger visions, bigger works
big mansion
people feel it is a church
only god can judge me, i don’t know ’bout christopher bird
[verse 2: giggs]
top boss going viral
this glock flamethrower like i’m pyro (pyro)
hard head, tough skin like a rhino (yeah)
get touched up, b*tch n*gga, try know (try know)
quick egypt trick, likkle cairo (yeah)
life’s crazy, it spirals (spirals)
and she sly though, but i’m old*school
like a file of facts with a biro (hmm)
she’s smilin’, i’m shy though (i’m shy)
yeah, chocolate b*tch and a milo (jeez)
lil’ buju in the back it’s shiloh (shiloh)
that *rs* is grass and a flymo, i’m in fly mode (ah)
yeah, look at those prices
you can get whole ones, we can get cut slices
n*ggas get bird jerk chicken with spices
but it’s barbados, cou cou and fly fish (hahaha)
oh, knife, push in your spleen
n*gga sweet, cookies and cream (yeah)
how can i just cook up this stream? (stream)
how can i be lookin’ this clean? (jeez)
yeah, night’s been eventful
lead in the strap, splash and a pencil
that’s who it’s meant for, hat lookin’ mental
ran up inside, that’s residential (ha)
yeah, resident evil
shooters on deck, everyting’s legal
smokin’ that gas, fill up this diesel
you can see me, but i can’t see you (can’t see you)
yeah, we can parlay
n*gga less, mm, think it’s gualay (ha)
’bout to step out, thinkin’ balmain (yeah)
i’ma eat it out, chicken chow mein (yeah)
talkin’ business, we can talk stakes (yeah)
what you talkin’ ’bout? these are r8’s
passenger side, i’m with charlamagne (yeah)
put that chiief diin on the car play

- chiief diin lyrics

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