Top Boss ft. Giggs Lyrics

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Huh ha ha

Yota yota yota yota yota yota yota

Triple C's

This is just the beginning

The finish line is so far and clearly Diin the chiief winning

My haters soft like biscuit cream filling

These niggas weak, Chinese jeans linning

I love singing sometimes I choose sinning

Neck blinging, outside with two women

It's my turn Abdul Rashid spinning

Me and Giggs chasing dream for life Dream living

Hot like the pastries in tesco

Grocery store also

Slice bread, the white one, fresh toast

Link on the north south east and west coast

There is money to make

Giggs let's go

Always have a strap it's part of my dress code

I buy raw gas to smoke esso

I hate cure weed that shit give me chest cold

My style kinda stupid

It's a pleasure doing a song with you Giggs

Too ya all I'm a new kid

Big up St.Michael where all of my crew is

We shoot from any angle

Mandzukic

My team get bread and split bread

We turn oz to keys, we flip bread

I love black girls, big breast, thick legs

I don't fuck bad bitches they suck my dick head

Getting money is all man know

Instrumentals get me wild, Tarzan mode

32 Bars and more

Clip carry 23, Jordan 4

Lucian blood but Bridgetown I born and grow

Can't forget to hail my nigga Burke

Success comes with bigger vision bigger works

Big mansion, people feel it is a church

Only God can judge me I don't know bout Christopher Birch

Top boss going viral

This Glock flame throw like I'm Pyro

Hard head, tough skin, like a rhino

Get touched up bitch nigga try no

Quick Egypt trip, little Cairo

Life's crazy, It spirals

Let's just slide though

But I'm old school

Like a file of fax with a biro

She smiling, I'm shy tho

Chocolate bitch and I'm milo

Lil Buju in the back and it's Shiloh

That ass is grass and I'm flymo

I'm in fly mode

Yeah look at those prices

You can get whole ones, we can cut slices

Niggas get Bert's jerk, chicken and spices

But it's Barbados, cou-cou and flying fish

Woah, Knife, push in ya spleen

Niggas sweet, cookies and cream

How can I just cook up this dream

How can I be looking this clean

Yeah now it's been eventful

Lead in the strap, splash with a pencil

That's who it's meant for

Ha looking mental, run up inside

That's residential

Yeah, Resident Evil

Shooters on deck, everything's legal

Smoking that gas, fill up the diesel

You can see me, but I can't see you

Yeah we can parlay

Niggas let hm, think it's squalay

But it's that power, thinking balmain

Imma eat out, chicken chowmein

Talking business, we can talk stakes

What you talking bout, these are our rates

Passenger side, I'm a Charmaine

Put that chiief diin on the car play