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omb peezy & sherwood marty - i'm the shit lyrics

[intro: sherwood marty]
i’m really fly as a b-tch, i’m really fly as a b-tch
i’m really fly as a b-tch
i’m really, i’m really, i’m really fly as a b-tch

[chorus: sherwood marty]
i’m really fly as a b-tch, i’m really high as a b-tch
i mean i’m high, so high in the sky, i’m with the pilot and sh-t
my diamonds they really lit, you can tell i’m the sh-t
look at my ears, look at my neck, look at the fl!ck of my wrist
yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell i’m the sh-t n-gga
yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell i’m the sh-t n-gga
yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell i’m the sh-t n-gga
yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell i’m a big n-gga

[verse 1: sherwood marty]
soon as i enter, they can tell i’m the sh-t, yeah
just like a candle whenever it’s dark, you can tell that i’m lit, yeah
look at my pockets, they thick, you can tell that i’m big
i go the cheat codes to life, but stuck in the trap, my n-ggas can tell i’ma win
i am the sh-t, but i don’t go on no toilet
i can leave with no forty, look
i’ma gon’ ball regardless, uh
i got a b-tch from new orleans
she suck b-lls regardless
i swear i love all my artist
they gon’ call regardless
we run up the money and them n-ggas can’t
run up an m, it don’t go in the bank
can handle that smoke in the street like a tank
edgemont the hood, yeah lil marty got rank
look at my diamonds, they wet like a sink
known all this sh-t that them n-ggas ain’t
tay in the feds, he keep him a shank
no need to bottle, i pour out the pint

[verse 2: omb peezy]
boy i’m the sh-t, fresh off a l!ck, i came from the bricks, yeah
got a cuban lil b-tch, she look like my wrist, she gobble that d-ck she nasty
she a freaky lil b-tch, she fresh eighteen, i beat on her back like her daddy
boy i’m the sh-t, i been caked up, but i still be f-ckin’ on ratchets
plastic, run up on me, let you have it
magic, make ’em disappear like magic
tragic, if you reachin’ i’ma blast it
laughing, while your n-gga in a casket
cash it, bet i run it up the fastest
plan pressure, ridin’ with a bad b-tch
i know some n-ggas who really ’bout k!lling
they’ll leave a n-gga in the past tense
all these hoes wanna f-ck me, they know i’m the sh-t
i’m smoking pressure pack, it smell like p-ss
i won’t fold, won’t sell my soul, i’m gon’ stay like this
all these n-ggas fallin’ off ’cause they ain’t made like this

- omb peezy sherwood marty

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