Chiief Diin, Giggs - Top Boss lyrics
[Chiief Diin, Giggs - Top Boss lyrics]
Top Form Records (Certified Bangerz)
Yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota
(Triple C's)
This is just the beginnin'
The finish line is so far
And clearly Diin de chief winnin'
My hater's soft like biscuit cream fillin'
These niggas weak, Chinese jean linen
I love singin', sometimes I choose sinnin'
Neck blingin', outside wid two women
It's my turn, Adil Rashid spinnin'
Me and Giggs chasin' dreams for life
Dream livin' hot like the pastries in
Tesco's grocery store
A-L-S-O slice bread, the whitе one
Fresh toast links in the north, south
Еast and west coast
There's money to make, Giggs, let's go
Always have a strap
It's part of my dress code
I buy raw gas to smoke, Esso
I hate jewelery, that shit give me chest cold
My style kinda stupid
It's a pleasure doing a song
With you Giggs, to y'all, i'm a new kid
(Ahaha)
Big up Saint Michael where all my crew is
We shoot from any angle, Mandžukić
My team get bread and split bread
We turn OZ's to keys, we flip bread
I love black girls, big breast, thick legs
I don't fuck bad bitches
They suck my dick head
Gettin' money is all man know
Instrumentals get me well, Tarzan mode
Thirty-two bars and more
Clip carry twenty-three, Jordan 4
Lucian blood, but Bridgetown I born and grow
Can't forget to hail my nigga burke success
Come wid bigger visions, bigger works
Big mansion people feel it is a church
Only God can judge me
I don't know 'bout Christopher Bird
Top boss going viral
This Glock flamethrower like I'm Pyro (Pyro)
Hard head, tough skin like a rhino (yeah)
Get touched up, bitch nigga, try know
(Try know)
Quick Egypt trick, likkle Cairo (yeah)
Life's crazy, it spirals (Spirals)
And she sly though, but I'm old-school
Like a file of facts with a biro (Hm-m)
She's smilin', I'm shy though (I'm shy)
Yeah, chocolate bitch and a Milo (Jeez)
Lil' Buju in the back it's Shiloh (Shiloh)
That arse is grass and a Flymo
I'm in fly mode (Ah)
Yeah, look at those prices
You can get whole ones, we can get cut slices
Niggas get bird jerk chicken with spices
But, it's Barbados, cou cou and fly fish
(Ha ha ha) oh, knife, push in your spleen
Nigga sweet, cookies and cream (yeah)
How can I just cook up this stream? (Stream)
How can I be lookin' this clean? (Jeez)
Yeah, night's been eventful
Lead in the strap, splash and a pencil
That's who it's meant for, hat lookin' mental
Ran up inside, that's residential (Ha)
Yeah, Resident Evil
Shooters on deck, everyting's legal
Smokin' that gas, fill up this diesel
You can see me, but I can't see you
(Can't see you) yeah, we can parlay
Nigga less, mm, think it's gualay (Ha)
'Bout to step out, thinkin' Balmain (yeah)
I'ma eat it out, chicken chow mein (yeah)
Talkin' business, we can talk stakes (yeah)
What you talkin' 'bout? These are R8's
Passenger side, I'm with Charlamagne (yeah)
Put that Chiief Diin on the car play
Yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota, yota
(Triple C's)
This is just the beginnin'
The finish line is so far
And clearly Diin de chief winnin'
My hater's soft like biscuit cream fillin'
These niggas weak, Chinese jean linen
I love singin', sometimes I choose sinnin'
Neck blingin', outside wid two women
It's my turn, Adil Rashid spinnin'
Me and Giggs chasin' dreams for life
Dream livin' hot like the pastries in
Tesco's grocery store
A-L-S-O slice bread, the whitе one
Fresh toast links in the north, south
Еast and west coast
There's money to make, Giggs, let's go
Always have a strap
It's part of my dress code
I buy raw gas to smoke, Esso
I hate jewelery, that shit give me chest cold
My style kinda stupid
It's a pleasure doing a song
With you Giggs, to y'all, i'm a new kid
(Ahaha)
Big up Saint Michael where all my crew is
We shoot from any angle, Mandžukić
My team get bread and split bread
We turn OZ's to keys, we flip bread
I love black girls, big breast, thick legs
I don't fuck bad bitches
They suck my dick head
Gettin' money is all man know
Instrumentals get me well, Tarzan mode
Thirty-two bars and more
Clip carry twenty-three, Jordan 4
Lucian blood, but Bridgetown I born and grow
Can't forget to hail my nigga burke success
Come wid bigger visions, bigger works
Big mansion people feel it is a church
Only God can judge me
I don't know 'bout Christopher Bird
Top boss going viral
This Glock flamethrower like I'm Pyro (Pyro)
Hard head, tough skin like a rhino (yeah)
Get touched up, bitch nigga, try know
(Try know)
Quick Egypt trick, likkle Cairo (yeah)
Life's crazy, it spirals (Spirals)
And she sly though, but I'm old-school
Like a file of facts with a biro (Hm-m)
She's smilin', I'm shy though (I'm shy)
Yeah, chocolate bitch and a Milo (Jeez)
Lil' Buju in the back it's Shiloh (Shiloh)
That arse is grass and a Flymo
I'm in fly mode (Ah)
Yeah, look at those prices
You can get whole ones, we can get cut slices
Niggas get bird jerk chicken with spices
But, it's Barbados, cou cou and fly fish
(Ha ha ha) oh, knife, push in your spleen
Nigga sweet, cookies and cream (yeah)
How can I just cook up this stream? (Stream)
How can I be lookin' this clean? (Jeez)
Yeah, night's been eventful
Lead in the strap, splash and a pencil
That's who it's meant for, hat lookin' mental
Ran up inside, that's residential (Ha)
Yeah, Resident Evil
Shooters on deck, everyting's legal
Smokin' that gas, fill up this diesel
You can see me, but I can't see you
(Can't see you) yeah, we can parlay
Nigga less, mm, think it's gualay (Ha)
'Bout to step out, thinkin' Balmain (yeah)
I'ma eat it out, chicken chow mein (yeah)
Talkin' business, we can talk stakes (yeah)
What you talkin' 'bout? These are R8's
Passenger side, I'm with Charlamagne (yeah)
Put that Chiief Diin on the car play