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lirik lagu on 1 – shittyboyz

[intro]
(stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b*tch hard)

[verse 1: babytron]
b*tch, i’m working magic, pouring potion at the hip hop lab
turtle pie hit for six hunnid for the ziploc bag
7.62s make his ass hit a tiktok dance
road running, only g station, ain’t no pit stops, man
shooter versus shooter? b*tch, i got a hunnid slips on stand
them ain’t mike amiris, b*tch, you had to nerve to rip yo pants?
talking foreign cars, you ain’t never went to drift no land
out here rapping knowing d*mn well you don’t get no bands
a plus, b*tch, i’m talking excellent
back then for the giffies, would’ve walked to lexington
b22s nowadays, i’m walking elegant
brodie off some medicine and k!ll you off adrenaline
pocket full of dead prezis, wrist got a skeleton
in louisiana, team scoring like the pelicans
b*tch asked do i win, sh*t, do the devil sin?
10k or better if you ever catch me sell a bin
[hook: babytron]
huh, sh*t, we on one
should we hop up in the booth or go and road run?
sbdsm, b*tch, we got out own guns
keep our name up out yo mouths, b*tch, you don’t know none
always posting sticks on the ‘gram? b*tch, blow some
always talking pape’ in yo raps but never show none
you want a bad b*tch but can’t afford to get her toes done?
sh*t, you on one

[verse 2: stanwill]
ot on some sh*t you can’t afford to do
2021, solo cup, 1942
four hunnid in the coffee cup, this some morton juice
n*ggas be my sons, boy, don’t make bring maury through
got the gift, boy, yo baby lit like a christmas tree
big balling, walking outta saks with the biggest sneaks
pushed the buffs up my nose, i’m the biggest geek
he was crushed when he found out all these b*tches cheat
i’m the alphabet, all these x’s, all these double g’s
mister leave a b*tch where i met her, i’ma f*cking leave
drop a flame in yo b*tch dm, bet i f*ck with ease
they be asking ’bout that one opp, he in a russian cream
ha*ha, that n*gga too dead
b*tch talking ’bout she love me? i was too dead
only thing better than yo b*tch neck is too heads
sayonara to my old hoes, i’m counting new bread
[hook: babytron]
huh, sh*t, we on one
should we hop up in the booth or go and road run?
sbdsm, b*tch, we got out own guns
keep our name up out yo mouths, b*tch, you don’t know none
always posting sticks on the ‘gram? b*tch, blow some
always talking pape’ in yo raps but never show none
you want a bad b*tch but can’t afford to get her toes done?
sh*t, you on one

[verse 3: trdee]
how you out with no money? you a different breed
used to be ahead, i know they sick we done took the lead
tron sleeve nash ’cause he rich and he look like steve
tryna be somebody you not is not that p
life hit you with a left hook when you least expect
it’s about how you take the hit then swing right back
acting high off that reggie bush? you ain’t ling ling, jack
hutch piece, i look like bling bling if he was black
grinding like a skater or a whip with some bad brakes
ricky bobby, don’t n0body care who came in last place
put the hoes down ’cause i had to get my bag straight
you can give a b*tch the world and she’ll wanna have sp*ce
ducked in my duffy till it’s time for me to pop out
ain’t no double back, you send a shot? you getting boxed out
stan pieces hit like, come here, floyd, come get knocked out
sh*ttyboyz, we the ones they used to try to talk ’bout
[hook: babytron]
huh, sh*t, we on one
should we hop up in the booth or go and road run?
sbdsm, b*tch, we got out own guns
keep our name up out yo mouths, b*tch, you don’t know none
always posting sticks on the ‘gram? b*tch, blow some
always talking pape’ in yo raps but never show none
you want a bad b*tch but can’t afford to get her toes done?
sh*t, you on one

- shittyboyz

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