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4-peat - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro]
h*lluva made this beat, baby

[verse: babytron, trdee, & stanwill]
three fits, seven hundred, b*tch, these some yeezy steps
he ain’t got no bl!ck, full court, that’s a easy press
squared up with tron, hit his ass with a sneaky left
ran it up for ’bout a week, i done got sleep depressed
glock a motherf*cker, hitting everything the beam detect
louis v runners on, i done turned my feet to chess
punch god, jack man, b*tch, i’m a visa vet
riding ’round looking rough as h*ll like you dmx
we gon’ leave the opposition bleeding like they pms
if you pull up [?] end up lеaving in a ems
lied to the b*tch, told her that i only chеat on tests
lil’ sl*t said i need a heart, b*tch, i need yo neck
high as h*ll with the gang, ain’t no pizza left
i done caught up to them b*tches, i been dreaming less
i done got tired of the hoes, i been fiending less
when all you see is the money, you don’t see no rest
i could up some big*ass racks, you ain’t see no br**sts
boy, you ain’t a realer, couple .223s beat yo chest
hutch lost his motherf*cking mind, don’t you see my neck?
really got the green out the mud, b*tch, i think i’m shrek
b*tch told me that i’m not sh*t, what did you expect?
feeling like a chill day, think i wanna do the tech
head so good, lil’ b*tch got her cheeks caressed
i’ll tell my n*ggas mask up, b*tch, i think i’m gretch
been did the radio, we might be on tv next
on a jack trip, card play for the gps
choppa fold ’em like a 3ds
she a lil’ headhunter, you ain’t even see the mess
punching all month off a piece, made the cc stretch
[?] now he think he fresh
money gram, 2016, stayed at cvs
[?] got the purple jeans on, my habibi wet
diamonds look like lemonade, wocky in the minute maid
all i wanted was the money, i ain’t never want the fame
hitting b*tches off the thrust, i ain’t in the spitting game
bro clutching, he gon’ shoot like he tryna win the game
b*tch, i’m big tripping, change gears when i’m switching lanes
spin his block in the winter time, that’s a figure eight
when you feed n*ggas, they gon’ ask you for a bigger plate
if you ask me, we the coldest group in the state

- shittyboyz lyrics

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