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lirik lagu crunch wrap supreme – shittyboyz

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[chorus: babytron]
up a fist and get your ho ass smacked
or sk!lla’ll put the beat on you [?] black
throw a skully on, boy, we know that’s cap
that ain’t a b*n*r, b*tch, that’s a whole ass rack

[verse 1: stanwill]
aye, let him stand ten, bro’ll knock the heart out him
chop do him sh*tty, probably knock a fart out him
seen them m’s coming so i’m feeling part profit
got a bon jovi visa on me so the card rocking

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
huh, i got high and transformed like a megatron
i might dunk on boban if i stand on tron
who that b*tch hear me ghost? might be cardi
i know my teacher sh*ttyboy, i’m trdee

[verse 3: trdee]
teacher used to hate me, i was tardy
my new b*tch exclusive, she a barbie
she don’t get sh*t for christmas ’cause she naughty
i know the drawers dropping if i pull up in a audi

[verse 4: babytron]
triple s, let me found out you rocking fubu
somewhere in your b*tch throat while i’m watching hulu
surfing in this foreign b*tch, she from honolulu
sticked up in that field, feel like shaka zulu
[verse 5: stanwill]
think i spent a wheel through this b*tch, got a fortune on me
my b*tch ain’t from the continent, got a foreign on me
can’t pr*nounce the name of my whip, boy, it’s foreigns only
if we catch a opp at that b*tch, we gon’ torch the [?]

[verse 6: babytron]
oh, he ain’t die? torch the hospital
balling up in saks, drop thirty, i did not dribble
go ahead and c*ck your fist back, i’ma c*ck pistol
leave his shirt red, i’m sticked up like a popsicle

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
baby, let’s get straight to the point, boo, let’s no riddle
when my glock tell jokes, it say hospital
i cop whole meals, nah, i used to cop nickles
i know her ass was fake, it did not jiggle

[verse 8: trdee]
you sit around on your ass, n*gga, is you cripple?
i knew i wasn’t sh*t, i treat a dime like a nickle
been a big boss, what the f*ck is malcolm in the middle?
bro keep staring, hold on, stan, let me throw the signal

[verse 9: stanwill]
sauce god, feel sweet baby ray, n*gga
i ain’t a father but i got baby k, n*gga
he ain’t sb then i can’t ava with him
you a super ham, why you tryna save the day, n*gga?
[verse 10: babytron]
give him thirty*five then twenty*five, dj bj
ten vanilla five hunnids leaving out a speedway
looking like optimus flying up the freeway
feeling like a pirate, pieces hitting down in pa

[verse 11: sk!lla baby]
rap n*ggas in they feelings, they might be g*y
when i rap [?] it say replay
slide in that b*tch dm, i don’t scam though
high as h*ll, when i land*o, it’s at the bando

[verse 12: trdee]
pulled this g*y b*tch, told her throw away the d*ld*
they don’t like me but they on my page, n*ggas weirdos
how you got the fraud bible, n*gga, and you still broke?
i ain’t even have grab her head and she still choke

[verse 13: babytron]
yeah, i’m broke as f*ck, that was sarcasm
bro in the kitchen whipping, having arm spasms
ddt visa work, boy, this card slamming
every time i talk to a sl*t, it’s like my heart vanish

[chorus: babytron]
up a fist and get your ho ass smacked
or sk!lla’ll put the beat on you [?] black
throw a skully on, boy, we know that’s cap
that ain’t a b*n*r, b*tch, that’s a whole ass rack

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