Top Boss (feat. Giggs)

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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



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Thompson
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