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boomshakalacka - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro]
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[verse 1: trdee]
baby, i’m the one, i be pushing point
buffed up, they know that i’m from detroit
you can quit it with the acting, you ain’t fooling me
she ain’t know who i was, told her google me

[verse 2: babytron]
sh*t, i’m flying down wyoming, finna hit a right on [?]
i don’t need a plug to get connected, my sh*t wireless
sh*t, we got the one type of sauce that ain’t expiring
yo whole lifestyle, hang it up, retire it

[verse 3: stanwill]
we done left him tireless
pulled up in that hoopty, wet him up like we some firemеn
i’m looking for a boa, you looking for who hiring
i be done left him doa, keep mеtal like i’m iron man
i be scoring [?]

[verse 4: trdee]
i don’t wanna f*ck you if i cannot get the neck before
might as well throw yo gun away, why you ain’t up the score?
heard the opposition pulling up, i’m waiting at the door
all facts, i probably jugged yo granny when i had the ‘fro
[verse 5: babytron]
how you tryna play the game, don’t even know the stipulations
before the victories, it’s trials and some tribulations
you don’t get nowhere doing nothing like, boy, what risk you taking?
heat a birdy up, turn it to babies, i’m just incubating

[verse 6: stanwill]
keep a glock up on me, keep a nod up on me
they ain’t really on that sh*t they saying, boy, my opps be phony
i just cop the franklins and jacks whenever i be ‘lone
i hope pigs can fly ’cause we take them b*tches on high speed only

[verse 7: trdee]
light another ‘wood
riding with a bad b*tch, can’t even tell she from the hood
i’ll shoot it, turn around, walk away, i know it’s good
i don’t talk much, don’t gotta explain what’s understood
sh*ttyboyz, b*tch

[verse 8: babytron]
cruise control for seven hours got my legs sleep
f*cking up the gears, emmanuel done did the ‘vette greek
ain’t even have to slap it, fake chains got his neck cheese
throwing plays down, field the opps tryna [?]

[verse 9: stanwill]
yesterday was virgil off dior but today i’m in gucci
i can’t wait to catch him in the field like i’m seiya suzuki
choppa with the leg, i hit his dreads, we done gave him a boosie
unky got a script for everything like he played in a movie
[verse 10: stanwill, trdee, & babytron]
slide around with them sticks like a rangers game
.223s barbeque his ribs like it’s labor day
every time i’m in saks i blow major pape’
why they always speaking on my name? n*ggas extra g*y
coach put me in the game, we been winning since
got a pocket rocket, up it when i’m in a pinch
boomshakalaka, boomshakalaka, boomshaka
arp, lmg, i’m sliding down with two choppas
what i paid for this redeye widebody, sh*t, i could’ve probably grabbed a few hondas

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