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lirik lagu sly cooper – shittyboyz

sly cooper lyrics
[verse 1: babytron, stanwill, & trdee]
sneaking in a store with this 201 like sly cooper
pop up at yo crib with them letters, looking like roofers
walking out his crib the only time he ever saw a shooter
shooter couldn’t find a glocky, f*cked around and brought the ruler
lil’ bro be icing sh*t, it’s like the opps done saw a jeweler
internet thug, i’ll pull up take yo computer
pull up? i’ll make yo block up, ar with the cooler
if i ain’t send yo b*tch in sprint, you know i put some d*ck into her
oversized gucci trench goat, i look like sherlock holmes
unc’ a tweaker off the pills, he had to leave the percs alone
virgil did the tee, b*tch, hold on, let me turn and pose
ain’t no talking, b*tch, i’m busting quick, i turn my virgin on
ritz cream soda with a three of red in it
mike a*motherf*cking*miris stuffed with dead n*ggas
hate me but don’t know me, i don’t understand n*ggas
think it’s pape’ on the way, why the f*ck my hands itching?

[bridge 1: babytron]
h*llo?
man, f*ck on, you ain’t got no d*mn money
weird*ass
ayy, sh*ttyboyz

[verse 2: stanwill]
new b*tches in my dm when i up pics, pop out in that one sh*t
2021, you know it’s us if it’s that one whip
bought another glock like i don’t got enough sticks
ride around the mitten hot, boy, we on that f*ck sh*t
she know she can’t f*ck with me ’cause all my b*tches bad as h*ll
we be tripping up at somerset, my n*ggas grabbing shelves
lil’ bro was zooming in them scatties ‘fore he had a [?]
once we heard that n*gga died we was glad as h*ll
[verse 3: trdee]
i be speeding to the chicken, don’t got no patience
tron faced the whole ‘wood, now he look asian
i’ll pass it to the gang, i be playmaking
she gon’ f*ck because the whole gang really famous
they won’t ever send you in the field, you too with the system
v8 underneath the hood, i can’t do the limit
baby, put yo head down please, you can keep the kitten
f*ck it, i’ll put the d on scottie pippen

[bridge 2: babytron]
huh, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse 4: babytron]
hopping out the scatyy, fifty rackies and the glock on me
high as h*ll, zip of runtz and a dirty pop on me
b*tch hit my cup while i was driving, spilt some wock’ on me
hunnid dollar plate straight from fleming’s, this is not coney
automatic chop’ll walk you down, it got a stock on it
ice chunks on the white buffs, i left some snot it
unky got a bankroll, he said he got a wad on ’em
anytime we seen an opp out, i bet we got on ’em

[outro: babytron]
huh, ayy, sh*ttyboyz
what up, stan?
what up, dee?
ayy, ayy, sh*ttyboyz
(primo beats on the track)

- shittyboyz

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