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terry crews - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro]
hokatiwi

[verse 1: babytron]
eighty dollars what i need for a [?]
heard he at the bnb, we pull up, shoot the mansion up
the chop got more legs on that b*tch than a tarantula
if i don’t got that b*tch on me, i’ma knuckle sandwich up
huh, jamming chips so they jam me up
stand out in the room and i ain’t even standing up
goose parka big as f*ck, got a gadget tucked
rip cartier cash, b*tch, you can add me up

[verse 2: trdee]
i don’t know n0body with no money, just to keep it real
opposition said they getting to it, they is not for real
heard y’all n*ggas put him on a shelf, i cannot sign a deal
yeah, i’m kinda skinny but pockets get a lot of meals
give me ten minutes, i’ma have her [?]
she gon’ flock to me like a bird, told that b*tch to shoo

[verse 3: stanwill]
knowing she belong to the streets, b*tch, i’m hip to you
i ain’t in no beef, i could show you what the chicken do
running ’round, pockets half my weight
lil’*ass money, boy, you couldn’t even cash my steak
got about twenty jacks off, i don’t m*st*rbate
come in saks with me, i could show you how the rappers play
saying that you punch on fast beats, you a copycat
i could really preach ’bout this piece, feel like gandhi ass
reaching over here? all he grabbed was a body bag
running ’round like i’m terry crews, with my c*cky*ass
[verse 4: babytron]
b*tch biracial and my chain tricolor
bro up close, lay it up, don’t like jumpers
eight hundred dollar off*white nike runners
got a hundred different names that i swipe under

[verse 5: trdee]
chop came with red bull, couple shots give him wings
old hoes see me buzzing, d*mn, i know it kinda stings
seen her with a lame n*gga, i ain’t even say a thing
it was for the free, i ain’t even have to pay a thing

[verse 6: stanwill]
i done brought yo b*tch to the lab like she dexter sis
i been rebounding out of sprint, how i’m catching bricks
to the opps, f*ck yo dead mans, he can rest in p*ss
i don’t small talk, like greet him, he done met the bl!ck

[verse 7: babytron, trdee, & stanwill]
b*tch broke her neck, turnt around like the exorcist
real visa man, walk in the store paperless
chop got a angled foregrip, ain’t no extra kick
2014, young tron stuffed them [?] with six

- shittyboyz lyrics

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