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shittyboyz – v8’s & v12’s كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: babytron]
think i need to go and see a reverend, i been fighting demons
paranoid self_scanning, i got used to swiping pieces
living in the blender finished, she gon’ live her life defeated
[?] dirty pop, i’m just shopping high in neiman’s
v8’s and v10’s, you can catch me flying speeding
i can’t switch teams, you would probably go and sign a season (pow, pow, pow)
pop out with arp and send him right to jesus
i ain’t leaving, i ain’t leaving till that bag come (phew)
stop flashing ten, that’s a daily jack run (phew)
bandicooting of the quagy_agy, i might crash some (sh_t)
colossal wood, half cookie and it’s half runtz
sh_t, i got some black lungs
[verse 2: trdee]
we gon’ do him like kunta, if he running off
hit him in his foot, i tried to knock his shoulder off (d_mn)
getting to that type of lеvel, i can’t hit it raw
i ain’t finna play no games with you, this is not the saw
keep coughing ‘causе the wood full of opposition
cut the b_tch off ’cause she don’t never listen
i’ll air this b_tch out, if i feel a tension
i been balling in the d, i could have been a piston
f_ck the past, f_ck a, “would have”, “could have”, “should have”
i’m a sh_ttyboy ’cause i been sh_tting since the pull ups
made a couple pros off the phones, i got the hookup
if rapping had a draft class, n_ggas should have took us (phew)

[verse 3: stanwill]
b_tch, bright and early to that bag, i’m the bird with the worm
dropped a 30 in this wocky, unky tripping, got the perc’ muddy
in the field triple s stumping, b_tch, i got the earth grumpy
i ain’t got no friends, i swear it’s just me, gang and paper (tuh)
i’m bro favourite rapper but he pull up banging drac’ (tuh)
fully zipped, i couldn’t see my cup and stained the bape (tuh)
all these rockets in this ufo like me and gang in sp_ce (tuh)
it’s a ‘cat whenever me and gang skkrting ’round the city
think i need to buy some lingerie, this ar, it got titties
throw the bl!ck to lil’ bro, i call him yeat ’cause he get busy
up in neiman’s, i don’t want the kicks, if they don’t cost no stimmy
[verse 4: babytron]
widebody, this a big whip
slide down, switch clips and switch drip (pow, pow, pow)
60 floors up, spent the trip lit (phew)
for that sack, it’s a pick six or a hit stick (blitz, blitz)

[verse 5: trdee]
got racks like serena, she a rich b_tch (rich b_tch)
how are you a shooter? you don’t hit sh_t (you don’t hit sh_t)
it ain’t take me long, i hit it real quick (no cap)
even in the dark i bet i’m still lit (uh)

[verse 6: stanwill]
still lit, still rich, still punching, still scamming
know i’m ugly as the f_ck but with this pape i feel handsome
cut the lights off, i bet the hutch piece still dancing
got a hundred in this big f_cker, get real [?]

[outro: stanwill]
phew
eh, b_tch
sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia, that’s on every song
phew, phew, phew
phew, phew, phew, phew

- shittyboyz

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