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letra de topboys - arhsiim

intro: (arhsiim)
yeah, yeah, uh

(cut that sh-t up baso)

verse 1: (arhsiim)
shawty hit my line and i don’t answer (nah)
yeah, b-tch this f-cking glock don’t keep my pants up (yeah)
yeah, you know i gotta keep my bands up (keep my bands up)
uh, i drink all my lean, it’s mixed with fanta (sprite)
yeah, this ap got a face, that b-tch go tick-tock (b-tch go tick-tock)
i could find a baddie straight off tik-tok (yeah)
yeah, i could take your girl and make her lip lock (yeah)
uh, take her to my room, she take my fit off

verse 2: (kappo)
(yuh)
shawty real bad she a dancer (bouncin’)
running up the cash, outta ounces (countin’)
big rubber bands i be poppin’ (stock it)
i up this f-cking pistol, then i c-ck it, i pop it
you talking ‘bout the money, you ain’t got it (yuh)
goin’ hard in the paint like i’m scotty
she got my number, yeah i told her girl to call me (yeah)
yeah, something something something, i forgot it

verse 3: (arhsiim)
d-mn
that’s something, i forgot it
yeah, i freestyle all my sh-t, no i don’t jot it, yeah
my lil uzi got you spotted
yeah, we the topboys, yeah we charting, yeah
im charting, she riding, she on that d
uh, i could throw a c, and she could throw me back her v
yeah, key to the money, she got the lock, i got the key
i got them big 30’s, on her big double d’s (yeah)

verse 4: (bloose)
my diamonds shining ice like its frozen (swolen)
why you think bloose on, he was chosen (i’m on it)
anytime i shoot my shot, yeah it goes in (it rolls in)
concentrate baby, you just gotta focus
(how, how, how, how, how,) how many times do she be calling? (brrr)
i don’t answer, i don’t text her, i just stall it (huh?)
yeah i feel like roddy, way that i be ballin’ (yup)
i’m not a psychic, but you know that i be robbing (batman)

verse 5: (arhsiim)
arhsiim feel like nav, it’s perfect timing (ou)
on the weekend, see these lights, that sh-t be blinding (yeah)
yeah, yves saint laurent underneath my diamonds (diamonds)
my lyric got your girl rubbing her hymen (mm)
uh, b-tch look at my drip, i’m rocking vlone (yeah)
yeah, i feel like jordan with my free throws (yeah)
we don’t f-ck around the smoke free zone (nah)
this n-gga drinking l!cks, he on that ketone (mm)

- arhsiim

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