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shittyboyz - gotham city كلمات الأغنية

gotham city lyrics
[verse 1: stanwill]
she got dulce in her solo? finna double team her
hothead with bl!cky on him? bro a trouble seeker
b_tch a dummy, she don’t think i’m finna f_cking leave her
palm angels joggy but dior did my running sneakers

[verse 2: babytron]
suv with the bike rack, blending in with traffic
know the men in black, for some guala, send ’em in with gadgets
tripping over hoes? can’t relate, i’m stepping with some balance
you hating out a hut, b_tch, i’m riding, heading to my mansion

[verse 3: trdee]
brodie took a perc’ and washed it down with some wockiesha
you ain’t gotta tell me you ain’t broke ’cause i’m not еither
i can’t f_ck with you ’cause you with them, thеy some c_ck eaters
got her [?] broke her back in a wifebeater

[verse 4: stanwill]
poles, hoes, and blue strips, the whip like erotic city
needa take the chop up to pink, this b_tch got some titties
bro equipped the mask, robbing sh_t like it’s gotham city
seven hunnid horses, stabbed the gas, i might pop a wheelie

[verse 5: babytron]
tucked away, hidden in the hills, the crib solar powered
i can’t tell you ’bout yo b_tch p_ssy, i get oral out her
so much off_white around this b_tch, think i be snorting powder
walking out the club, i made it storm, you can’t afford to shower
[verse 6: trdee]
all i have to do is show some money, took the morals out her
i cannot believe you cuffed this b_tch, she got a whoring problem
why the f_ck you even hit the club? you can’t afford a bottle
i don’t think they really getting money, i ain’t heard about ’em

[verse 7: stanwill]
couple b_tches swish but best believe i’m finna score without ’em
neiman marcus bags, n_gga, huh, hold on, huh
neiman marcus bags full as f_ck, we jugged the store up out ’em
pull up tryna wrestle? .223 knock the orton out him

[verse 8: babytron]
late night, off a three of red, i was snoring counting
if i would’ve had another line, i would’ve poured a thousand
european sneakers, german coupe with a foreign model
summertime hotter than a f_ck, fill the torch with hollows

[verse 9: trdee]
i don’t squash sh_t, i forever need my l!ck back
yeah, i heard yo song, hate to say i heard some big cap
heard yo mans broke, y’all a team, you ‘posed to fix that
thought this was yo b_tch, i’m her mouth just like a tic tac

[verse 10: stanwill]
drac’ tucked, ye did the sneaks, i’m playing both sides
max payne, if i catch him out, i’m spraying both .9’s
fire to his head, bet the choppa make him ghost ride
pape’ chasing rude f_ck, i been the same since ’09
[verse 11: babytron]
pretty b_tch with me on the road always snapping selfies
touchdown from kansas city with it, feel like travis kelce
nike tech ninja in the store, every tactic stealthic
need a custom tee for these sneaks, i’m finna grab some wealthy

[verse 12: trdee]
riding with it ’cause i learned it’s better safe than being sorry
only said that in case you ever see me in a party
b_tch asked me do i really love her and i said hardly
visas, all my money in a bank just like i’m jeff hardy

[verse 13: stanwill]
whipped the twenty out, left yo b_tch with the googly eyes
n_ggas know to hide they ho, they see me in the gucci slides
real life rapper, this b_tch tryna get her coochie signed
size twenty_eight mike amiris, where the tooly hide

[outro: stanwill]
ha, dummy
sbdsm, n_gga, real sh_ttyboyz sh_t, dumbass n_gga
yeah, whole lotta lab sh_t
whole lotta gang sh_t, b_tch
on that same sh_t, b_tch
we don’t lane switch, b_tch
yeah

- shittyboyz

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