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cheers b!tch - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro: trdee]
little n*gga but my pockets*
yeah, ok

[verse 1: trdee]
little n*gga but my pockets big bone
when i’m done f*cking one and done she get sent home
drop a opp in the pop, get him sipped on
i’m a sh*ttyboy, you know i gotta put that sh*t on
catch me outta town in a fast whip
with a couple racks on me and a bad b*tch
n*ggas really broke but they act rich
you can’t get to that point if you don’t stack sh*t
[verse 2: stanwill]
deep in your b*tch guts
i got [?] on my ass, ksubis ripped up
double g’s on my hoodie, gucci zipped up
sb, dsm, b*tch, we on some movie sh*t, huh?
closet full of geese and they all came from canada
fifth round with your b*tch, boy, she got some stamina
gotta know you not sh*tting if you not a fan of us
dog sh*t make the denim sag when i’m standing up

[verse 3: babytron]
f*ck around, put a dub on his top (brr)
you can’t sip, this is drugs in my pop (d*mn)
you be acting like the plug but you not
see an opp, arp make him run up the block
see an opp, hop out, throw him in the trunk
bro caught a headshot, throw him in the blunt (brr)
sh*tty got some military, ay
little brodie like a [?] hitting every stain
only zaza when i’m hitting mary jane (phew)

[verse 4: trdee]
b*tch tryna get me on my [?]
n*ggas fake as h*ll like some replicas
we gon’ win, i hope your ass bet on us
you bleed just like me, i’ma be scared for what?
huh, what the f*ck should i be scared for?
i ain’t ducking sh*t, i’m in the field like a scarecrow
hit it once and toss her to the gang b*tch i share ho’s
see me with some pape, you know it’s mine i don’t share pros
[verse 6: babytron]
i’m with pure pits
you a pure b*tch
this a quarter ticket whip, so i steer lit
i don’t know where you at but it’s nowhere near this
me and bro got double cups, like, “cheers, b*tch”
i ain’t finna chill i’m finna slide
b*tch head so good, i’m finna cry
take the striker slide around and then i gotta switch the ride
put a b*tch in the blender, leave her at the finish line
d*mn near live in somerset
fifty thousand on the drip, i bet i live the summer wet
it’s a dirty game, call one and catch another tech

[verse 7: stanwill]
bro’ll up his pipe and wet you, how he ain’t a plumber yet?
ok, alright
think i’m roger federer
keep some racks on me, uncy say he got some better work
thinking ’bout my cheese, aim up top and get his cheddar burnt
what you make a month at mickey d’s is what my sweater worth
you know we forever turnt

[verse 8: trdee]
choppa sing like autotune, it’s my little durk
i just touched down in philly, feel like jalen hurts
catch’ em on the wrong side and leave ’em in the dirt
took her out to dinner so you know she ate me like dessert
i get to preaching like a pastor
life just like a book, he only had a couple chapters

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