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BackRoad Gee – Top Boy Lyrics

BackRoad Gee Top Boy Lyrics

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Brikutu (SACRXFICE)
We is the real top boys, you know
Top boy inna England, top boy inna London
Top boy everywhere
You feel me?
Brrruku

On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding (Skrrrt)
On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding

Man slept up in that trap (I did)
I spent days up on that strip (Out there)
Manna had the rammy on waist
I had to sleep close to that shit
I know they don’t wanna hear about that
They wanna hear about Roleys on wrist
You wanna hear about how much I made in the trap
N****, don’t take the piss, fuck all of that
I’m loading it up (Fuck that!)
And I’m bringing back (Grrrrt baow!)
We go make the ting slap
Vroom skurr we did it like that
N***** wanna talk about that
But they don’t even walk with that (They don’t)
Tuck that one there in, then rinse and make it slap

On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding (Skrrrt)
On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding

Fling it, my darg, just ling it, ayy
Left my man there swimming
Finish him, rip him, dip him
My darg, he’s finished
My darg, good riddance
Don’t you know self distance
On back of the roads it’s slipping
Make man jump off the wall like Humpty
In my sliders, you know I’m comfy
Habada mukta make it slap
Huh, know seh the thing don’t jam
Habada mukta make it slap
Huh, know seh the thing don’t jam

Top boy inna UK, big machine spraying

On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding (Skrrrt)
On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding

On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding (Skrrrt)
On the back of the road, my dawg, I had to fling it (Fling it)
See, my man, I just ying it (Ying it)
Popeye without the spinach (Huh!)
Back of the road, man’s skidding

Big business, no Mickey Mouse business
Tell di juvie dem leave no witness
Yeah
Ba-back of the road, man’s skidding
Top boy on da corner
Top boy on da kerbs
Top boy everywhere
Shelling down, that we leave pon the kerb
Haha, whoosh and whoosh, ah whoosh and press
Hey, ah whoosh and whoosh, whoosh and press