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24lik & 392 lil head - top niggas lyrics

[intro: tezmoney30]
big 24 sh_t, n_gga
y’all know what the f_ck goin’ on
free the bangman
yeah

[verse 1: tezmoney30]
drop your fives or get dropped with ’em (drop them b_tches)
we ain’t even v8, but n_ggas knowin’ we the top n_ggas (doo_doo_doo)
even out of bounds, n_ggas get hit in they top with it (on they sh_t, n_gga)
caught him at the light and let off shots like you was pac, n_gga (rrah, skrrt, skrrt)
tez, you cannot wear vlone, ’cause you ain’t got friends (hah)
if you ain’t 8624, don’t think you locked in (b_tch)
fast switch, b_tch, we slidin’ down in them drop_heads (skrrt)
would’ve thought them boys was roddy ricch how they got boxed in (doo_doo_doo)
b_tch heard we drop sh_t, she wanna f_ck now (she on d_ck)
made the b_tch eat it up like it’s lunchtime (come here, b_tch)
f_cked her so good, b_tch hopped back in the lunch line (ooh_wee)
d_ck made the b_tch p_ssy quack, she donald duck now (quack)
dog sh_t on me, these hoes f_ckin’ ’cause i got money (yeah)
in the club, boy, i dare a n_gga try somethin’ (what you on, n_gga?)
four in this b_tch’ll have you leanin’ like you drunk somethin’
nuts on this b_tch, i’ll put it on his face like i just dunked on him
ayy, pull up in them fast cars, got the b_tches starin’ hard
b_tch mama was at home, had to f_ck her in the car
b_tch tried to convince me to take the condom off
b_tch wanna f_ck raw (h_ll nah), know she f_ckin’ with a boss
[verse 2: 24lik]
just hit an opp b_tch with my mask on, i’m so f_ckin’ slimy
he cuffin’ runners, think her past gone, that boy a f_ckin’ dummy
he done dissed me in his last song, i had to wrap him like a mummy
i ain’t no f_ckin’ rapper, i’ll pull up, drop two hundred
that boy died in a 300 (hah), key just turned down three hundred (yeah)
i been the man since the runners and the hummer, ninth grade summer (n_gga)
naked b_tches in my living room, but, naw, this ain’t no slumber
let a b_tch drop my lo’, i guarantee you that we slump her (she outta there)
b_tch, i don’t want your number, what’s your motherf_ckin’ chime?
you gon’ f_ck me or my slime? make your motherf_ckin’ mind
can’t leave the crib without that iron, that’s how them one n_ggas be dyin’
my hitter frontline with them sticks like they playin’ f_ckin’ lineman
if you need that one sh_t, you can hit unky line
and i’ll let the nina sing like bebe and cece winans (rrah)
bro snuck the cannon in the party, now he in this b_tch wildin’ (ayy)
and i’ll beat a n_gga ass like my name deontay wilder (get your ass beat)
boy, you ain’t no k!ller, you tough on the web like peter parker (lame)
i got old b_tches shakin’ ass like they ms. parker (shakin’ ass)
shot his ass before he crashed, they think he died like paul walker (skrrt, skrrt)
layin’ in his grass, sittin’ on his ass, i’m startin’ to feel like i’m a stalker
n_ggas hate my guts, they say i talk sh_t like charles barkley
boy, you better chill, i’m in this b_tch rollin’ off a barkley (lil’ ass)
i don’t need no pill, i’ll smoke his ass off some coffee (doo_doo_doo)
free my n_ggas out on that appeal, don’t give a f_ck how much it cost me (free them boys)
them n_ggas dyin’ every month, the funeral home runnin’ out of coffins
they hit that boy in his sh_t, now his ass look like a dolphin (hah)

- 24lik 392 lil head lyrics

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