Top Dog - Solomon Childs

Top Dog - Solomon Childs

Год
2022
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
213470

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Letra da música " Top Dog "

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Top Dog

Solomon Childs

R.I.P.

to Banky

World premier, Body Brighton/Starlight City

Keith runnin', had the keys to the city

Deluxe thug committee

I can’t believe Jeryl in jail

The green weed we inhale

Branded frontin on a nigga, 'preme or bill

Keep the half, son, stop frontin like you knew Un

Solomon, New York’s finest, dunn

Who you cats tryin to kid?

Talkin 'bout your guns go off, 99% of the time

You know I know you a coward, 99% of the time

Shoot to kill, kill to shoot with T.M.F

Now Born Regulators, Wayne Street Killah Mob

Baby Crowns, Staple-town Gladiators

DMD, M.V.P.

to Baby Blizz, this for thugs to repeat this

I be forever in the hood like Bontons and Sprites

I’m Hennessey while you fake cats is Bud Light

Love hella right, knowledge of self, the trilogy

Who killed Randy?

We’ll always love you Sandy, Sandy

Dedication, you know what this is

They anticipate your death when you big and you strong

Everybody’s your man when you dead and you gone

It’s like ice on the hot stove

The way it glide so fly, turn around and it’s all gone

Inspiration, 'Juicy', Notorious B.I.G

K. Born said to never eat pig

2 Cent taught me always bust back at po-lig

Barry Blue said always have more than one wife and kid

Kilo and Fred G. always stay jig

Ain’t that a bitch?

One life to live

This is thugged out so don’t try to copy

Any means necessary, Clock we gon find them niggas who killed 'Pac

This is ghetto, who tryin to play me?

Kenny Gunn was so slick, knuckle game, like the God Infinite

Grew up wantin dribble balls like Duke

Grew up wantin to have style like Pooh

Respect, the one and only policy

Raised in Shaolin, crime infested poverty

Long live, silence and Kunta Ke' on the banner

Permission to approach the bench

I’m a shotty rhymer

This has been sponsored by Ron Montana

Again, I wanna know who killed Randy

(Word up)

This is dedication.

Yeah.

This my son right here, word life

Yeah, bottom line, Staten Island’s First Mixtape

And I’m dedicatin it all to all my motherfuckin dogs

Who got killed in combat, you feel me?

Or they up North

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