Boss Top - COVID Hit Songtexte

Songtexte COVID Hit - Boss Top




Big Top
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
(VMG, this motherfucker hard)
When that COVID hit, it made a drought (Drought)
Ain't no bullets floatin' around ('Round)
Ride with two, three killers, when they
Catch, I told 'em, "Make it count" (Brrt)
He run, you gotta chase him down (Baow)
Nail his ass right to the ground (Mm)
Clipped up with embalming fluid (Wait
What?), bet this bitch blow up a cow (Baow)
Free my niggas out them cells 'fore we
Come and break 'em out (Break 'em out)
Bitch, your block allergic to shots, blow
These pipes, they breakin' out (Breakin' out)
I don't even go on dates, can't let nobody take me out (Uh-uh)
I can't never trust a bitch, might drop
The lo' right to my house (Drop the lo')
Better have GEICO on your life if you plan on crashin' out (Skrrt)
I don't stop when I see lights, hit the gas, I'm smashin' out (Skrrt)
Better have buttons on your pipes if you
Plan on bangin' out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Like a zebra, I got stripes (Stripes)
I tote straps just like a dyke (A dyke)
In the 'Raq, still ridin' straight (Skrrt)
If he red, then he ain't right
Cut his tongue out, take his life (Take his life)
If he goofy, take his pipe (Take his pipe)
If it's sweet, we take his ice (Uh)
Nigga's turkey, I don't jive
Don't do high speeds and you can't drive (Can't drive)
If six, I'm tryna hit 'bout five ('Bout five)
If we miss, we spin today, we don't play, we let it ride
Miss again, ain't talkin' sleepover, you know them
Boys gon' spend the night (Facts, facts, facts)
And when we hit, gon' keep on spinnin' 'til
My niggas make it right (Facts, facts, facts)
All that hot, now shoot to live, but you
Niggas can't survive (Baow, baow, baow)
When that COVID hit, it made a drought (Drought)
Ain't no bullets floatin' around ('Round)
Ride with two, three killers, when they
Catch, I told 'em, "Make it count" (Brrt)
He run, you gotta chase him down (Baow)
Nail his ass right to the ground (Mm)
Clipped up with embalming fluid (Wait
What?), bet this bitch blow up a cow (Baow)
Free my niggas out them cells 'fore we
Come and break 'em out (Break 'em out)
Bitch, your block allergic to shots, blow
These pipes, they breakin' out (Breakin' out)
I don't even go on dates, can't let nobody take me out (Uh-uh)
I can't never trust a bitch, might drop the lo' right to my house



Autor(en): Phillip Gooch Ll



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