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Shameless (Remix) - Boss Top (Ft. King Von)
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Shameless (Remix) Boss Top (Ft. King Von)

Shameless (Remix) - Boss Top (Ft. King Von)
[Intro: Boss Top]
Broad day with the Drac', baow
Broad day with the SK (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 1: Boss Top]
Broad day with the fifty, hang out the window, get busy (Baow)
Pop out the car, stand over opps, everybody get busy (Brrt, baow)
Drippin' like sinks, I'm drippin' (Drip)
Fuckin' her on the throat, don't kiss her (Don't kiss her)
Bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T. and a wizard (And a wizard)
Ballin' hard, Dominique Wilkins
Leave a nigga stankin' like chitlings
Fuck niggas all in they feelings (In they feelings)
Money stacked tall to the ceilin' (To the ceilin')
And I got raw in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
Fuckin' hoes, then we fuckin' up the dishes (Dishes)
Bitch, we runnin' up digits (Bitch)
The state, they label mе menace (Yeah)
Lost Troy, I'm standin' on businеss (Yeah)
Twenty-nine to your boss could kill him (Baow)
The pain, I really don't feel it (Don't feel it)
The rain, I really don't feel it (Don't feel it)
Man, you niggas don't get it (Don't get it)
Lost Cheno, that's a whole different feelin' (Different feelin')
My lil' cousin became a victim (Yeah)
The state tryna say Von blickin' (Baow)
But we already know that he innocent (That he innocent)
Durk got booked, he was innocent (And he innocent)
I'm steppin' on niggas' necks, Timberlands (Timberlands)
Bitch, I got rack like the Wimbledon (Racks)
Fuckin' on Brook, no Gwendolyn (No Gwendolyn)
Takin' down the plug and the middle man (Middle man)
Bitch, I'm a killer and gentleman (Gentleman)
And I'm fresh as hell like a mannequin (Mannequin)
Light this bitch up like an ambulance
They fallin' over, runnin' and scramblin' (Yeah)
You play with your life, then you gamblin' (Then you gamblin')
I move like the motherfuckin' president (Yeah)
All these goofy-ass rappers irrelevant (Irrelevant)
When I go to the club, that metal in (The metal in)
Any nigga try to play, that bitch shovelin' (That bitch shovelin')
"He ain't make it," what the doctors keep tellin' him
The shells is burnin' and tearin' him
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