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letra de game breaker - shitty boyz

[verse 1: babytron]
i got something that you don’t and it’s called talent
f-ck fortnite scamming is my daily challenge
word jumped like modstar its jumping off the f-cking planet
talking bout bank accounts you got 0 in that balance
you ain’t f-ck up the mall, the mall f-cked you up
i was tripping last summer off that 7 (?)
green balenci’s on my feet, looking like some 7-up
bro pull up with that super soaker watch him wet them up
rockstar jeans and i got the robins too
dog d-ck sucking but his b-tch slobbing too
came from the mud so you know i got a lot to prove
visa this visa that you know i got a lot of blues
talking bout wrestling do i look like cm punk?
talking bout swiping you ain’t ever seen it done
(?) but this shopping it’ll clean them up
asking god to bless me i feel the devil creeping up

[verse 2: stanwill]
mcm on my waist f-ck a wcw
balling on these n-ggas, busting -ss that’s what hustle do
seven plays on the team you can get your huddle (?)
really real got the 9 tucked he won’t tussle you
7 hun on some shoes i ain’t laced up
f-ck that fit still a band from the waist up
sh-t on mcm worldwides so they hate us
i ain’t snap you for nothing b-tch get a face up
when we slide better duck like dynasty
if you have the robins too, you can come fly with me
green on me i’m a veggie boy i don’t like the beef
bro threw the punches at me, no he ain’t fighting me
yes b-tch, i’m on my grind till i hit a bubble
yes b-tch, fit wet as h-ll i’m a walking puddle
three n-ggas up ten, thats a tripple double
call the plug cause he got more punches than royal rumble

[verse 3: babytron]
the devil wear karma
i don’t know who’ll get me first
sh-t i don’t know what day ima touch that he-rs-
for all that i know this can be my last verse
dude broke with no grind ouu thats the f-cking worst
man that sh-t hurt seeing grandad in the dirt
got the angle lock in every angle like im kurt
double l with a c thats what’s on my shirt
r.i.p lil chris he on my mind till i leave this earth

[verse 4: stanwill, babytron]
was down came up, now i ball till i fall
i just call it home court how i ball in the mall
b-tch on my d-ck i get call after call
you would think i live through there how i’m all in her walls
singing to the cheese call me luther vandross
before i ran a check i had to learn how to crawl
n-ggas know i make plays so they p-ss me the ball
been sh-tting on these n-ggas like i stepped out the store
she couldn’t last one round like (?)
watch these hoes cause they slither like a lizard
check yo bank account i work magic like a wizard
smacked at dairy queens so i’m finna punch a blizzard
who me? b-tch i’m cutting like scissors
watch me ball on the block, roy hibbert
keep a freak that’ll eat the d-ck like dinner
if she ain’t on that tip then i’m just gon have to spin her
i’m loading up like d’angelo russel
banger on my hip you a goof if you tussle
patrick beverley with no rock watch me hustle
skinny n-gga but the glock replaced the hustle
big b-tch catch a combo if you scuffle
dropped b-lls all in her mouth guess i fumbled
tripping in the mall not once did i stumble
look at me now you would think i never struggle
balling hard as h-ll we deserve a game breaker
good punch on me call this b-tch a haymaker
big chop h-ll nah this ain’t no brain grazer
babytron with stanwill that’s a game changer
bro will knock a n-gga out the picture with frame breaker
cookies to the lungs left dog on a pacemaker
you would think we the printing press how we make paper
lot of bread between the two of us but we ain’t bakers
b-tch

- shitty boyz

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