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clyde cyrus - top back كلمات الأغنية

[hook: soulja boy]
top back yeah i got my top back. (oh my god)
big -ss pistol on my hip ain’t gonna c-ck that
top back yeah i got my top back
big -ss uzi on my hip, ain’t gonna c-ck that. (oh my god)
top back yeah i got my top back
top back riding with my top back
big -ss pistol on my hip ain’t gonna c-ck that
top back riding with my top back

[verse 1]
clyde cabbage in this b-tch for another gin
cuggin’ vodka while i’m flirting with my mother’s friends
and i know i’m kinda late but f-ck it, then
happy halloweed, my blunt is bigger than a pumpkin stem!!!
i just win, don’t ever lose, i’m at the top cause i paid dues
stayed true to game through the short life of these fake crews
f-ck a mile, these lame dudes wouldn’t even stand if we traded shoes
listening to my mixtape, i hope ya speakers is soundproof
spitting flame, these n-ggas lame
them triggers bang at a snitches frame
let it pop, no red dots, got a head-shot and i didn’t aim
getting brain while switching lanes, i’m still the same ain’t sh-t done change
forget the fame cause i need dough, in the game, no cheat codes

[hook: soulja boy]
top back yeah i got my top back. (oh my god)
big -ss pistol on my hip, ain’t gonna c-ck that
top back yeah i got my top back
big -ss uzi on my hip ain’t gonna c-ck that
top back yeah i got my top back
top back riding with my top back
big -ss pistol on my hip ain’t gonna c-ck that
top back, riding with my top back

[verse 2]
fort wayne, indiana these my stomping grounds
i’m at the top and now these n-ggas wanna knock me down?
like soulja said “i gotta sleep next to a chopper now”
that mack eleven strap’ll have ’em running to his momma’s house!!
cabbage got the loud, soulja brought the swisher sweets
hitting l1cks door-to-door like trick-or-treat!
but we ain’t in the streets, we posted where the dollars at
get some top then it from the back & never holla back
got the strap, i c-ck it and blow ya godd-mn noggin back d-mn
and while we on the subject, i’m getting head like a stocking cap
popping xans & blowing pot while flowing hot like lava lamps
ocean gang or drown like i was swimming and i got a cramp
ogod

- clyde cyrus

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