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wheel of fortune - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro: babytron]
sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: stanwill]
on the road for thirty days and thirty nights
no punches through this b*tch, doing thirty fights
circled on the opp block, we hit thirty [?]
looking at my future like you staring up at thirty lights

[verse 2: trdee]
don’t ask what’s in the cup, don’t you see me with the drank god?
don’t ask do it hit, don’t you see me with the punch god?
tapped in, get a n*gga touched like a ipod
she wanna make a movie, set the cam on the tripod

[verse 3: babytron]
punching like a black belt, i’m a card master
emotionless, i’ll leave a b*tch heart shattered
good cap on the ‘gram, you’re a star actor
in*store fire, b*tch, i’m flaming like i’m charmander

[verse 4: icewear vezzo]
yeah, pop a school bus, i’m a [?]
big chop that’ll knock a n*gga car backwards
two beams on a glock like car hazards
drank god, b*tch, i’m balling like march madness
[verse 5: stanwill]
with all this energy, boy must be duracell
for all the grannies that i jugged, i might burn in h*ll
brought the slides in store, that’s the burning smell
let me get this fraud bible, boy, it’s working well

[verse 6: trdee]
no cap, this bin gon’ put my n*ggas all on
she ain’t sucking d*ck, she should spin and send her ass home
[?] i can’t wait ’til apple drop them iphones
she a real freak, she don’t do it with the lights on

[verse 7: babytron]
gang sliders cranked up, i done found the glitch
d1 with the punch work, come and scout the kid
in boa acting bad, boy, i’m counting slips
life jacket underneath the fit, i might drown in drip

[verse 8: icewear vezzo]
so much water on my neck, i might drown the b*tch
greyhound, only time that i hound a b*tch
finna do a turn around for right now and a six
what’s that stanking in my pocket? a pile of sh*t

[verse 9: stanwill]
money on the floor, i’m spinning hoes like the wheel of fortune
spikes on my toes, you a crumb, boy, you still in jordans
what you pay for your fit was my bill in morgans
even when i’m six feet deep but i’m still important
[verse 10: trdee]
you ain’t getting money, you just be where the rappers be
i better not catch you lame ass n*ggas where the b*tches be
i ain’t got a heart, i just like to wear it on my tee
middle finger to them lame n*ggas that ever doubted me

[verse 11: babytron]
feel like lil tecca, i just help an opp for ransom
grabbed the jacks and disappeared, i am not a phantom
sb blasting off, boy, your rocket landing
pull up like i’m stone cold, let the choppa slam him

[verse 12: icewear vezzo]
think i’m shooting videos, how i’m copping cannons
finna pour the hi*tech, hold the wock for ransom
i don’t be f*cking with no rats, n*ggas [?]
me and [?] dropped a eighth in a drop of fanta, b*tch

- shittyboyz lyrics

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