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letra de city boyz - jay johnson beats

[intro: stanwill & babytron]
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i’m the goat, i’ll put it on ten bibles
ayy, ayy, sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: stanwill]
put yo b-tch in a spin cycle
i’m the goat, i’ll put it on ten bibles
ain’t no punches through this b-tch, doing ten titles
walked in the store with one slide and got ten items
[verse 2: babytron]
scam wiz, i don’t think i need college
stan balling, throw a triple-team on him
flex like the hulk, i ain’t never read comics
f-cked up the web off the punches, feel like green goblin

[verse 3: jamestoocold]
ayy, b-tch hit my phone for the bnb
broke a whole four mastercard, call me “master p”
work week, hit it for the ten, not thе f-cking three
f-ck school, dark web taught me how to write and rеad, n-gga

[verse 4: stanwill]
taught my rat how to punch, she ain’t master splinter
she ain’t have her eyebrows done so i had to spin her
paid two hunnid on what i had for dinner
double g’s on the slide so you know i tagged the slippers

[verse 5: babytron]
aquaman drip, i just got wet
karate kid, punching kicks off of stockx
feel like we play in mypark, how we got next
made ten at the crack of dawn, i ain’t got dressed

[verse 6: jamestoocold]
they knowing i’ma do a n-gga foul, how i got tecs
walk around like we verified, how we got checks
told her we gon’ bust her sh-t again, she ain’t block yet
cutter still hitting [?] yet
[verse 7: stanwill]
feel like one-punch man when i’m on the web
sh-ttyboyz on top, yeah, we too ahead
chopstick put you in a suit like a newlywed
reaching over here? ain’t no thoughts going through his head

[verse 8: babytron]
on the road high as h-ll like a monster truck
ball too hard, kawhi leonard couldn’t lock us up
pop him dead in his sh-t if i pop the trunk
throw ‘bows like dwayne johnson, no, you can’t rock with us

[verse 9: jamestoocold]
rock with us? how you gon’ do it? ain’t no stocks with us
glocks be tucked, come get yo b-tch, she got overf-cked
load the car or yo b-tch-ass gon’ load the truck
you n-ggas suck, free five star, n-gga, every lunch, ayy

[verse 10: stanwill]
throw a punch at you? dawg, i ain’t triple g
swing the k on it, turn yo block to the middle east
tron know they can’t stop me with no triple-team
he was talking spicy, now his house where the missiles be

[verse 11: babytron]
foreign sneaks like i’m messi, f-ck the world cup
lord beerus with this punch, f-ck the world up
crank the meter to the max, i’ma turn up
ball like i’m harden, got the sauce, watch me stir up
[verse 12: jamestoocold]
ayy, she gon’ f-ck the kid for a new wig
i just hopped up off the plane and bought the whole kit
b-tch, you can’t hang with us, you ain’t know sh-t
ayy, feeling like sub-zero with the cold kicks, n-gga

[verse 13: stanwill]
i ain’t walk through a gallery, these the margielas
my b-tch was tripping with the drip ‘fore she know ella
you can’t ball on my team, should’ve knew better
summertime, still paying five for a new sweater

[verse 14: babytron]
broke? you got the opps mixed up with me
feel like criss angel, got some sh-t up my sleeve
scammed the hoop coach and got kicked off the team
f-ck college, boy, i been had the sh-t talk degree

- jay johnson beats

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