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BandGang Masoe - Top Of The Key (Official Music Video)
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Bandgang Masoe
Bandgang Masoe
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bandgang Masoe
Bandgang Masoe
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Free the jackboys)
****, watch how you approachin' me
(Come On P)
Dugg tryna sign me, I might do it to get close to Key
He don't wanna sign no more 'cause he don't wanna get close to me (Uh-huh)
Bag his fat stupid ass up like some groceries
[Verse 2]
Huh, ****, watch how you approachin' me (Watch it)
Dugg tryna sign me, I might do it to get close to Key (To get close to fat-ass)
He don't wanna sign no more 'cause he don't wanna get close to me (Pussy)
Bag his fat stupid ass up like some groceries
[Verse 3]
****, watch how you approachin' me (Uh-huh)
Dugg tryna sign me, I might do it to get close to Key (To get close to fat-ass)
He don't wanna sign no more 'cause he don't wanna get close to me (Pussy)
Bag his fat stupid ass up like some groceries
[Verse 4]
Dumb **** don't like me, ask 'em why
'Cause every time we bump into they ass (What they do?), they die (Die)
Bro paralyzed (Paralyzed), just ask your mans (Ask him)
He can't get even get no pussy, **** can only use his hands
[Verse 5]
It's a contact sport, put your pads on, ****
You say you got all this money, put your mans on, ****
Shit get critical, we physical, we hands-on, ****
I know bro won't say a thing, we stick to the code, ****
You a ho **** (Yeah), now it's time to expose ****
Heard your mans had a strap, wasn't shit up top, he froze with it (Uh-huh)
Goofy tried to slide, end up murkin' they own ****
When we pull up, we hit you, ain't leavin' the wrong ****
[Verse 6]
Money (Money), motherfucker (Bitch)
Since **** keepin' score, you **** down thirty buckers (You dig?)
Y'all **** got y'all name off singin', LeToya Luckett
If I catch you on the baseline lackin', I'm gettin' a bucket (Yup)
[Verse 7]
Y'all done told on more **** than y'all killed, that's a fact
Same **** still runnin' 'round with Lil Tay, you a rat (Rat)
Half the **** y'all call y'all big brothers, they rats (Rat)
Y'all **** fuck with **** that hold other ****' dicks, fag
[Verse 8]
Oh no, we don't do no talkin', we got guns for that
All that Instagram shit won't get your brother back
Heard your hitter wrote a statement, what's up with that?
He ain't take the stand, but he still stuck with that
[Verse 9]
Oh no, we don't do no talkin', we got guns for that
All that Instagram shit won't get your brother back
Heard your hitter wrote a statement, what's up with that?
He ain't take the stand, but he still stuck with that
[Verse 10]
Oh no, we don't do no talkin', we got guns for that
All that Instagram shit won't get your brother back
Heard your hitter wrote a statement, what's up with that?
He won't even ain't take the stand, but he still stuck with that
[Verse 11]
Money, motherfucker (Money)
Fuck you ****, bitch (Fuck you for life, ****)
Straight up, ****, forever Paid, ****
Fuck the other side for life, bitch (Come On P)
(Bitch)
You know it
Written by: Richard Riggins
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