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letra de street trash tre - darby o'trill & shaggytheairhead

[intro: darby o’trill]
ayo, sh-ggy mane we about to hit up on this spot real quick
tryna light up?
you still got the zig zags in that sack in your pocket right mane
(yeah yeah yeah)
yeah bruh! (oooh!) you got a hole in your pocket

[verse 1: sh-ggy the airhead]
same clothes for a week straight mane i’m feeling great
i ain’t tripping i’m just faded man get out of my face
i ain’t sorry if i’m late b-tch i’m high on the interstate
i don’t do no dates put your best f-ck the shank
pouring orange juice in that h-rnet then hop out my port
will i match a blunt with the homies? b-tch ofcourse

[verse 2: darby o’trill]
truck f-ck yo face now you spitting out t–th
leave your p-ssy ass slumped in the middle of the street
over your body i’ma bust a tre flip (?)
that ain’t no blind rеaper that’s a greaper on my tee
i don’t push rеgular but b-tch i ain’t no goofy
my kick flips putting holes in the toes of some yo gucci’s
swing a board and knock you out like you just took a roofie
i keep my face painted don’t confuse me with kabuki
they think i’m jamie foy big boy but i’m getting buck
you a poser motherf-cker you do not fit in with us
[chorus: sh-ggy the airhead]
don’t ever get it f-cked up
street trash [x2]
that’s what they call me
that’s what they call me
that’s what they call me
b-tch i’m street trash [x2]

[verse 3: sh-ggy the airhead]
she just want me for my gear
and i don’t give a d-mn i only want her for her rear
my heart no fear
iced out doritos on my ear (on my ear!)
lazy and crazy all year, hot headed all day
could give a f-ck what they say
i’m flyer than the tsa skating i don’t got friends

[verse 4: darby o’trill]
feeling like a zero i’m just dying to live
i’m a dirty ghetto kid there’s no denying the sh-t
yeah, i skate all day and i get high with my clique
then we think about the clips that we was trying to get
when the pig motherf-ckers kicked us out of the spot
now i’m on the run cause i just knocked the f-ck outta cop
whole squad locked in like a backside smith grind
young mike v split a b-tch in a fist fight
florida man like oj b-tch we out in south (?)
hit a brick with (?)
[chorus: sh-ggy the airhead]
don’t ever get it f-cked up
street trash [x2]
that’s what they call me
that’s what they call me
that’s what they call me
b-tch i’m street trash [x2]

- darby otrill shaggytheairhead

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