Corrección Letra TOP TAKER par Doe Boy

Featuring(s) : Big Flame 8

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[Intro: Big Flame 8 & Doe Boy]
D-O-E Beezy
I ain't never worried 'bout a fuck nigga scheming
I ain't gon' lie, bitch, I'm top— out my niggas
Need one sec
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Big Flame 8 & Doe Boy]
I ain't gon' lie, bitch, I'm top taker out my niggas (Oh, really?)
I can't say top shotter, bitch, I run 'round with them killers
Man, get back, not for us, that's for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? Shit, get back, no, they didn't (Think I'm playin'?)

[Verse 1: Big Flame 8 & Doe Boy]
Ayy, rob a rapper, you know that shit on my bucket list
Ayy, GloRilla, I'm off this Perc', let's go fuck, I ain't gon' nut quick (Come here, baby)
I ain't gon' nut quick
Ayy, no Cardi B, want Hennessey, fuck 'round and bust in it (Come here, baby)
I love money like I'm Mitch, slime shit like Rico
Shh, he gon' die soon, I'm pretty sure that he know
All thesе questions, bitch, do you fuck 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 retarded neck, but I swear this bitch a brainiac
Bitch, just fuck me, stop that talkin', fuck your zodiac
They just put they mans on the side, they never caught no hat
Ayy, if I fuck, 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 shit I'm sayin'
Ayy, lot of artillery, bitch, we still that art gang
They got targets on they chest, you know that dart gang
Six stick, get out that whip, that rookie shit, 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, bitch, I'm top taker out my niggas (Doe Beezy)
I can't say top shotter, bitch, I run 'round with them killers (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Man, get back, not for us, that's for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? Shit, get back, no, they didn't (Think I'm playin'?)

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Rob a rapper, been crossed that shit off my bucket list (Think I'm playin'?)
Fifty K in all dubs, I'm quick to dub a bitch (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 shit, 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 bitch (No sirski)
Ayy, I don't kiss and tell, you ask, I never seent your bitch (No sirski)
Pussies 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 dick (Go, go, go, go)
Trick off on your favorite IG bitch, 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 fucked this singer bitch, okay (Oh, really?)

[Chorus: Big Flame 8]
I ain't gon' lie, bitch, I'm top taker out my niggas
I can't say top shotter, bitch, I run 'round with them killers
Man, get back, not for us, that's for them niggas
Ayy, what they do? Shit, get back, no, they didn't

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