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shittyboyz - fatality lyrics

[intro: babytron]
sh_ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
good punch from la, call it [?]
bro’ll chase you down on that block like he bron bron
site too fire, you can’t get what babytron on
run up on me, i’ma leave that n_gga shaking like a pom_pom
stupid_ass opps tryna munch then they dead
glock so athletic, let it dunk on yo head
d_ck too long, had her jumping off the bed
f_ck using cash, i’d rather punch, go and ask the fed
f_cking a new york strip, f_ck a t_bone
p_ssy too wet, this b_tch squirting on my vlone
twenty_seven hundred, just cashed out on three phones
deadstock yeezys, you’ll probably cash ’em pre_owned
sent my b_tch in the store off a good debit
your bro shooting? you gon’ probably need a good medic
pray to god that i be the dumbass with good credit
punch here and slide there, boy, i got a jugg fetish

[verse 2: stanwill]
b_tch, i’m all on my cheese like a dentist be
jimmy step in christians like he had an administry
i just want the credit, give a f_ck ’bout yo identity
ham said the scam was a scam, she offending me
man, just go get the phones then go leave
bro said it’s f_ck you then you my enemy
just got blew in the whip, feel like kennedy
sh_ttyboyz broke? b_tch, you f_cked up mentally
boy ain’t seeing cheese like he lactose
oh, that’s yo b_tch? better lock up that back door
f_cked off the name, what the f_ck i gotta cap for?
feel like pillsbury, got more rolls than a fat ho
jumped in the deep end, b_tch, i’m hasselhoff
bro said he got the torched tucked, he won’t pass it off
he on tip, don’t make them boys go and grab the chalk
20/20 vision and she still blew my glasses off
[verse 3: babytron]
spin_a_roonie on a b_tch, feel like booker t
seven hundred for the shoes, ain’t no [?]
you took yo pops’ whip then he took the keys
how you gon’ slide on us when yo tank pushing e?
feel like ella mae, b_tch, i’m tripping in these big b’s
feel like undertaker with these punches, that’s a big streak
lil’ b_tch blew the whole d_ck, she a big freak
ten phones on me, riding ’round, feel like big meech

[verse 4: stanwill]
sh_ttyboyz on top, ain’t no topping it
in a zone when we locked in, ain’t no stopping it
n_ggas want a page in the book, they [?]
yo b_tch a head coach, call her “head popovich”
let it be a play on the floor then i’m mopping it
if the jugg hit one time, i’m re_rocking it
freak lil’ white b_tch in love with chocolate
if you ain’t sucking on the d_ck, stop hopping it

[verse 5: babytron]
oh, we charged up? watch me give him low battery
i was broke as f_ck then i made a whole strategy
groupie hoes choosing, got my main b_tch mad at me
hit him dead in his sh_t, that’s a fatality
[verse 6: stanwill]
shooter lift you up, give a f_ck about the gravity
chose off the name, now i’m all in her anatomy
.9 work you out, knocking off a n_gga calories
can teach you how to jugg, take a class at the academy

[outro: babytron & stanwill]
d_mn, b_tch, we was talking wet and it’s seven hundred on our feet so we talking wet
d_mn, who is this?
that’s another jugg, i gotta go
man, i’ma leave the sh_t talking to my n_gga babytron
n_ggas know i don’t say too much
but, aye
sh_ttyboyz

- shittyboyz lyrics

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