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brand new - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro: stanwill]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
whew
b*tch, huh

[verse 1: stanwill]
got a brand*new chain, i’m a brand*new me
steppin’ on my opposites in some brand*new sneaks
all my b*tches elegant, you cuffin’ ran*through freaks
if you see me with your b*tch, she gettin’ slammed through sheets
my b*tch tellin’ me that she don’t trust me, okay
baddie tellin’ me she tryna f*ck me, okay
keep the hit stick if doggy rush me, okay
aimin’ for his chicken nugget, if he duck, he okay
whole gang on go, we ain’t stoppin’ soon
your ho silly, tryna be my bride but i’m not a groom
boy, this b*tch’ll sweep the streets but it’s not a broom
talkin’ all that yadda*yadda, he got hit with bada boom
bing bada baow, got that f*cker tucked
tell a ho to kiss my pendants, watch how quick she pucker up
up a weapon on you, f*ck an uppercut
mr. cut*into*a*ho, like, b*tch, is you gon’ f*ck or what?

[verse 2: babytron]
is you gon’ suck or what?
trx wrap brown, but the seats tan, this a peanut b*tter truck
we leavin’ out of hutch
you would think i made a sandwich, rollin’ up grape jam and peanut b*tter runtz
brand*new house, brand*new wheels
brand*new plug, so it’s brand*new seals
took my ho into dior, she want brand*new heels
if you livin’ how you say, tell me how brand new feels
might as well’ll shot the whole drum, i sent ninety*eight
rappin’ like a gangster, ended up on 1090 jake
why you hatin’ on the team? let mines be great
sh*t, tour catchin’ up tonight, set might be late
you a private, we some generals
when i smile, you see amethyst diamonds and some emeralds
richie cost a quarter ticket with no diamonds in the bezel
y’all is not important, out here tryin’ to be special
[verse 3: trdee]
shoutout my n*gga tron, i’m around this b*tch like tity boi
n*ggas see me out and be like, “ayy, ain’t you a sh*ttyboy?”
don’t act like you ain’t know, man, you can tell just by my jewelry
head d*mn near left my legs weak, she done noodled me
panda express, i got chopsticks
she was d*ck suckin’, now she somewhere on the blocklist
got this sh*t on lock, can probably help you like a locksmith
smokin’ zaza, the air might be kinda toxic
i bet my ‘fit cost probably what you makin’ in a month
i be ballin’ on these lil’ n*ggas, i can’t even dunk
black and white buffs, i might pull up lookin’ like a skunk
ridin’ in a foreign, think it’s somethin’ barkin’ in the trunk
pull up on you in some sh*t that you ain’t never been in
d*mn, babytron, what’s on your wrist? you think you ben 10
woke up to a play, went to hutch and i spent ten
courtside at the pistons game next to big ben, b*tch

- shittyboyz lyrics

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