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lirik lagu top taker – doe boy

[intro: big flame 8 & doe boy]
d*o*e beezy
i ain’t never worried ’bout a f*ck n*gga scheming
i ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch, i’m top— out my n*ggas
need one sec
ayy, ayy

[chorus: big flame 8 & doe boy]
i ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch, i’m top taker out my n*ggas (oh, really?)
i can’t say top shotter, b*tch, i run ’round with them k!llers
man, get back, not for us, that’s for them n*ggas
ayy, what they do? sh*t, get back, no, they didn’t (think i’m playin’?)

[verse 1: big flame 8 & doe boy]
ayy, rob a rapper, you know that sh*t on my bucket list
ayy, glorilla, i’m off this perc’, let’s go f*ck, i ain’t gon’ nut quick (come here, baby)
i ain’t gon’ nut quick
ayy, no cardi b, want hennessey, f*ck ’round and bust in it (come here, baby)
i love money like i’m mitch, slime sh*t like rico
shh, he gon’ die soon, i’m pretty sure that he know
all thesе questions, b*tch, do you f*ck with them peoplе?
ayy, bruh addicted to shootin’ like that fiend is with that needle
ayy, all i be with is the maniacs
she got r*t*rded neck, but i swear this b*tch a brainiac
b*tch, just f*ck me, stop that talkin’, f*ck your zodiac
they just put they mans on the side, they never caught no hat
ayy, if i f*ck, don’t go act crazy
i’m too turnt, if i slip up, abort that baby
summertime, i’m sweatin’ hard up on this mag, bushes i’m layin’
ayy, they can’t relate, they ain’t never did that sh*t i’m sayin’
ayy, lot of artillery, b*tch, we still that art gang
they got targets on they chest, you know that dart gang
six stick, get out that whip, that rookie sh*t, that’s why they park gang
when i upped racks up on my ‘gram, that’s when them hearts came (oh, really?)
[chorus: big flame 8 & doe boy]
i ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch, i’m top taker out my n*ggas (doe beezy)
i can’t say top shotter, b*tch, i run ’round with them k!llers (gang, gang, gang, gang)
man, get back, not for us, that’s for them n*ggas
ayy, what they do? sh*t, get back, no, they didn’t (think i’m playin’?)

[verse 2: doe boy]
rob a rapper, been crossed that sh*t off my bucket list (think i’m playin’?)
fifty k in all dubs, i’m quick to dub a b*tch (bye)
in new york, i ain’t ‘posed to have my gun, but i got a thirty clip (buh, buh, buh, buh)
i’m in brooklyn with my switch, tell lola brooke she tough as sh*t, okay, yeah (come here, baby)
talkin’ shmurder business, i could never be a snitch (hahaha)
i love b, yeah, that’s my dog, could never be a b*tch (no sirski)
ayy, i don’t kiss and tell, you ask, i never seent your b*tch (no sirski)
p*ssies got to scramblin’ just like ants soon as they sent the blitz, ayy (brrt)
no cardi b, she geeked off hennessey, she said she need some d*ck (go, go, go, go)
trick off on your favorite ig b*tch, wafi, i need a kit (icy)
laughin’ at your favorite ig rapper, that boy need some drip (fool)
might come through, let this glock sing on your strip, just f*cked this singer b*tch, okay (oh, really?)

[chorus: big flame 8]
i ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch, i’m top taker out my n*ggas
i can’t say top shotter, b*tch, i run ’round with them k!llers
man, get back, not for us, that’s for them n*ggas
ayy, what they do? sh*t, get back, no, they didn’t

- doe boy

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