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last dragon - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro: babytron]
sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
b*tch what, i’ll turn into a grave digger
thinking that you up, i’ma pull up, shoot a game winner
double back twice in the store with the same hitter
how you want it dawg, breath*taker or the brain*splitter?
steak dinner, nah it used to be leftovers
i ain’t always ball, started off as a bench warmer
star player now, that’s probably why your b*tch bent over
ball like [?] don’t get stepped over
if her credit suck, that’s a pointless ass convo
whole team scoring, passing plays, out like lonzo
jam after jam, just hit krogers with a combo
good little drip, he might get splashed, wear a poncho
steak bites and more, just ask the waiter for some a1
thirty day grind, b*tch i made five on day one
made three off one play, i kinda feel like trae young
.40 charged up, it’ll zap you like a ray gun
pockets speak facts or i could switch to the punchlines
it’s 2:01 pm and i’m at krogers, b*tch that’s punch time
ain’t never been a shrimp but i’m at [?] for lunch time
i might [?] b*tch i punch mine
the way i up the chop, you would thought that i was scared to box
gucci flops on, i paid two for a pair of socks
king of the scams, b*tch i’m feeling like [?]
scat pack roaring, i’ma call that b*tch triceratops

[verse 2: stanwill]
jack in the box, it ain’t popping out the seal
heart on the tee but love ain’t what i feel
gone off the perc, brodie rolling like a wheel
wouldn’t test doggie, iron man with the steel
running out of somerset dragging body bags
you won’t get no money hating with your sloppy ass
got a b*tch with a [?] look like [?]
give a order to my troops, they gon’ copy that
skipping class but i’m still a scholar with the 201’s
if he catch the opps, i don’t know what bro would do to one
dawg strapped, i would be a fool if i threw a one
speed limit in the clip, bet you he would [?] some
i’ma slide in wally world like the floor’s wet
wouldn’t know it but i came from where it’s cold at
in my a you can catch me where the pros at
bet i catch you losing ass n*ggas where the hoes at
big drip on me, she said, “boy you can dress, dress”
love me a freak that’s gon’ l!ck up the excess
d*ck got her running everywhere with a red check
push her credit to the max for the excess
b*tch ripped the heart out my chest and she stepped on it
feeling like the world on my back, threw an x on it
bro need a tutor ’cause his belt got some f’s on it
if she got chase, the only time i put a check on it

[verse 3: trdee]
f*ck friends, i’m tryna get cool with some clerks
boy you don’t scam enough, your ass need to go to work
i’m tip, tryna f*ck, f*ck around and take a perc
sh*ttyboyz big drip, pay the sleeve for the shirt
no i’m not matching [?] you can come match these blues
no you’re not with my mans, most y’all n*ggas just cool
i’m in love with hennessy, i ain’t mean to be rude
yes you look good baby, but you look better when you nude
rocks 2016, please throw them hoes away
you not sh*tting with the b*tches, better try another day
splash bros with the work, stan you steph or you klay?
when you winning, n*ggas don’t see that, act like they ray
y’all hating on the gang, we ain’t even in our prime
she told me i’m full of sh*t and i know that i’m fine
baby can i put you on the cam, do you mind?
blew her back out and now this b*tch screaming that it’s mine
never f*ck with the [?] boy i got it off the scams
bro [?] mighty hard, is he a opp or a fan?
yes i used to be broke as h*ll, we turning back [?]
now i’m out the way, propping back up with them bands
i’m tired of n*ggas talking about they punching, punch what?
b*tch how the h*ll you boujee and you living out a hut?
used to spin on a daily, now this b*tch wanna f*ck
and your n*ggas lying to you, your music really suck
dumbass

- shittyboyz lyrics

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