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letra de in dis bitch - boss top

[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

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