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ed edd & eddy - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro: stanwill]
b*tch, i ain’t—, hold on
she gon’ rip me out my—
she gon’ rip me out my, yeah, yeah
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
that’s a—that’s a danny g beat, b*tch
she gon’ rip me out my yoh’
huh, huh

[verse 1: stanwill]
she gon’ rip me out my yohji yamamoto coat
winnin’ now, they tryna act like they don’t know the score
up the broom and sweep the opps, they think we 4 and o
he tryna keep her in the barn, i guess he know his ho the g.o.a.t
playin’ tug*of*war with your ho, all these ropes on me
funny how they say i look like snoop, boy, i’ll smoke homie
we don’t f*ck with deuces, boy, it’s fours only
you would think they hit me with the switchie, all thеse hoes on me
mе and tron zach and cody, ain’t sh*t sweet at all
lookin’ at my mri, boy, you gon’ see a dog
ed, edd and eddy, we got your b*tch eatin’ b*lls
through these icy mirror*tinted cartis, i done seen it all
pole made him strip, think my opps work at truth
lyin’ through his lips, be done popped him in his tooth
if you see me with it, then my n*ggas got it too
sh*t, we crammed up in the whip, got b*tches hoppin’ out of coupes
[verse 2: trdee]
noodle knockers with me, don’t get hit up in your top
told my b*tch don’t give me sh*t for christmas but a glock
saw the ice and she said it make her feel kinda hot
flippin’ out her panties, tryna f*ck me on the spot
in the yukon, shooters trailin’ just like portland
pull up last*minute buzzer beater, michael jordan
always jumpin’ sh*tty, truman show like they recordin’
‘fit cost your rent, don’t even think you can afford it
buffies on me white, mariah carey, “all i want for christmas”
is you n*ggas stop d*ck suckin’ and actin’ like some b*tches
i can teach you somethin’ ’cause i really went from rags to riches
mad as h*ll ’cause i just put my money on a f*ckin’ piston
we could lose every single game, i ain’t switchin’ teams
sh*ttyboyz ’til i d*i*e, n*gga, what you mean?
bad b*tch, i be tryna stab her, told her call me scream
all i want is money, i’m addicted like your favorite fiend

[verse 3: babytron]
you wake up, hit a breeze, i wake up, hit the bank
you would think an easel in the booth, i got a pic’ to paint
when i got that clipboard, they think i’m steve curry
if i keep sippin’ all this dirty stuff, might grow some ringworm
teamwork makes the dream work, you want a ring, right?
p*ssy scared to put some money down, give her some pink dice
popped out in public, all the hoes thought they done seen christ
opened up a ‘bow of fart and got some pink eye
thinkin’ you gon’ try somethin’ to us, you better think twice
print the check out in the whip and then drop it, i ain’t even let the ink dry
the ceiling was the sky, now it’s the floor, you better reach high
big stepper, when i see my fours, it be fee*fi
they had a lil’ empire built until the king died
canada goose, bathing ape, like let me swing by
i got young bull still scammin’, talkin’ ’bout bring chimes
ten wasp decals, this the beehive
life not a song, you can’t pause, you can’t rewind
i could probably walk on water, i could read blind
what i’m off right now, this ain’t a weed high
v*cut, gram of shrooms, and i poured up three lines
i’m a hippie now, the middle finger, it’s a peace sign
yeah, i took an l, but i’ll be fine
(yeah, i took an l, but i’ll be fine)
[outro: babytron]
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cam, you know?
hey, hey, nyah

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