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letra de top niggas - lil nigga

[verse 1; lil’ n-gga]
(top n-ggas) (n-gga) all my baddies lookin’ so fine catch ur n-gga on his block and dunk on then f-ck his b-tch stupid ass n-ggas can’t beat me (what) p-ssy ass n-ggas say runnin’ (p-ssy) hey n-gga f-ckin around the b-tch (ha) your b-tch dead up suckin my d-ck made it fo’ u now look b-tch

[chorus: lil’ n-gga & pop smoke]

(look) made a b-tch 20k a day ha stupid n-gga lookin like a fool (b-tch) f-ckin a hoe like pun pun look on a n-gga a p-ssy (b-tch) p-ssy n-gga like romare can’t beat me tell ur b-tch shut the f-ck up now b-tch suck my d-ck

[verse 2: pop smoke]

amiri the denims, got ninas attached
big body benz, i got tree in the back
scope on the glock and it hit like a mac
i can’t f-ck with these hoes ’cause these b-tches is trash
i like my b-tches classy
she suck on my b-lls, she nasty
she open her legs, gymnastics
shе make it disappear, magic
christian louboutin spikes on my feet
rеd bottoms when i walk in the street (pop smoke)
i’m the one they wanna meet (pop smoke)
they know i’ma bring the heat (pop smoke)
they wanna f-ck with the team (pop smoke)
bad b-tches, that’s my thing (pop smoke)
eleven karats on the ring (pop smoke)
mike amiri, billie jean

[chorus: lil’ n-gga & pop smoke]

(verse 3: lil’ n-gga & pop smoke)

b-tch n-gga f-ckin’ d-ck hard lookin ass fat enough (yea, yea) huh, b-tch lookin ass so fat her n-gga stay tryna beat me f-ck him (look) when i walk in the spot, thirty on me
buy out the club, n-ggas know that i’m paid
b-tch, i’m a thot, get me lit
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas ’cause n-ggas is g-y
all on my page suckin’ d-ck
all in my comments and screamin’ my name
while i’m in the club, throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
pop smoke, they know i’m wildin’
if i’m on the island, i’m sn-tchin’ the cell
brody got locked, denied his bail
until he free, i’m raisin’ h-ll
tell my shooters call me facetime
for all the times we had to face time
free d-nice, he doin’ state time
if you need the glizzy, you could take mine
please don’t come out your mouth, you know i’m like that
i’ll make a movie like tnt
glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
i bet i air it like bnb
nappy blue wildin’ in my section
and i keep that .38 for the weapon
remember when i came home from corrections
all the bad b-tches in my direction (n-gga)

[chorus: lil’ n-gga & pop smoke]

- lil nigga

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