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letra de top gun - dakoda boutilier

[intro:]
thank you ladies and gent’s!
in the trap house gettin’ bent!

[pre chorus 1:]
whippin’ around the corner
pullin’ up with kidd mi$chief
sparkin’ up a cigarette
countin’ digits i done did it
dj khaled pontiac trans am
bumping “god did”
i transitioned from the trap!

[chorus 1:]
stones all flawless
haters tryna dog this
pullin’ up my call list
i f-ck a b-tch she blocked quick
big guns pullin’, a stollie toy pullin’
‘magine scammin’ money
in the hood that you done grew in
old heads lookin’
police ready to book ’em
youngin’ on the corner
droppin’ work off that they took in
ran in with the pound
five-o crooked bound
down into the table now
them opps gon’ diss me how?
[verse 1:]
stable sober now
my lil’ bunny hop off pills
town crown robbin’ tills
skizzzgang shot em’ call in drills
daffy duck, just water bills
the gauge will leave ’em slumped
dawhite gon’ hide his body
wrap ’em up inside the trunk

[chorus 2:]
stones all flawless
haters tryna dog this
pullin’ up my call list
i f-ck a b-tch she blocked quick
big guns pullin’, a stollie toy pullin’
‘magine scammin’ money
in the hood that you done grew in
old heads lookin’
police ready to book ’em
youngin’ on the corner
droppin’ work off that they took in
ran in with the pound
five-o crooked bound
down into the table now
them opps gon’ diss me how?
[verse 2:]
he can brag he piped my ex
cause i don’t care i f-cked her too!
his mother next i’m runnin’ on through
hustle raw put drums on you
everyday i’m blessed to flex
don’t care about backlash for i’m human
as nature has it, human’s fummin’
i’ll steal your hoe back an get her broomin’
her place in ruin, she’s a mess
spent for yards for your address
i’m the type and i don’t like stress
send three shooters, 2k cheques
they leave yo stash, its recompressed
king of top gun, teflon don in the flesh
junkies banging needles
while i’m stoned in the press
alone and depressed, seen everyone’s true color
black and yellow diamonds
bumblebee my f-ckin’ hummer
ima’ turn up every summer
drinkin’ shots seen rippin’ right
i remember starvin’ then i started flippin’ white
coca cola, dirty sprite
bags of molly in my drawer
smokin’ on a sesh
finna bag the closest wh0re
[pre chorus 2:]
whippin’ around the corner
pullin’ up with kidd mi$chief
sparkin’ up a cigarette
countin’ digits i done did it
dj khaled pontiac trans am
bumping “god did”
i transitioned from the trap!

[chorus 3:]
stones all flawless
haters tryna dog this
pullin’ up my call list
i f-ck a b-tch she blocked quick
big guns pullin’, a stollie toy pullin’
‘magine scammin’ money
in the hood that you done grew in
(you done grew in)

- dakoda boutilier

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