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(I love you, Cig) Put the work in and get the work off Hop in the coupe and I swerve off I don't give a damn if they ain't feeling me I'm at the top, I'm the big boss Top dog, I got big balls I make the play, then I switch off You don't really wanna see me pissed off Get you ripped off, won't be clean like a scene out of Jigsaw I'm with the action, really I'm making it happen I'm everything that they lacking I'm taking, no asking Taking the shot, ain't no passing You better tap in Taking what's mine and I'm taxing Taking what's mine 'cause I own it Taking a risk and I'm gone by the night, but I'm back in the morning I'm in the gamе and I'm zoning You can put it all on me You know my side gon' ride All got thе sticks out the tent They ain't singing Kumbaya And I gotta stay on go If you let 'em, they'll play both sides Top spot, but I gotta keep it low Say the word and watch the way that we slide Three in the morning, we gon' slide And we on the Eastside, it's up, don't hide We really on it, slide Now we on the backstreets, we in sync like bye, bye, bye Yeah, I got the sickest vendetta If we got issues, then we gon' be beefing forever I'll put ya chest in the dirt I feel like a pirate, they think that I'm burying treasure Call up the gang, it's whatever Come to my side and we riding, you slipping, we sliding Call up your bitch and we vibing The head of my state, I'm like Biden, I feel like Poseidon The waviest Bitch, is you dumb? We the craziest Light up your block like a Vegas strip I give a fuck if you atheist You better pray if you facing this You better pray if you play with me I run the team and they play for me You know my heart got a vacancy You don't hold weight to me Know that I'm solid, ain't nobody breaking me You can put it all on me You know my side gon' ride All got the sticks out the tent They ain't singing Kumbaya And I gotta stay on go If you let 'em, they'll play both sides Top spot, but I gotta keep it low Say the word and watch the way that we slide Three in the morning, we gon' slide And we on the Eastside, it's up, don't hide We really on it, slide Now we on the backstreets, we in sync like bye, bye, bye
Writer(s): Kayvan Mortezazadeh, John Bradbury, Kris Kasanova Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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