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letra de 3 stooges - shittyboyz

[intro: stanwill]
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
b-tch, yeah, yeah, huh

[verse 1: stanwill]
i rep sb and yeezy mafia
i don’t need no love, b-tch, i just need some oxygen
i don’t need no love, just a b-tch to be toxic with
on the opp block with heavy metal, brodie rocking sh-t
j-panese bape, stick tucked, i’m a scamurai
talk sh-t, punch drip, live a scammer life
you would think i’m asgardian, keep the hammer tight
if yo granny sweet, i’ma scam her twice
sick of fighting so i bought a glizzy, i got glock on me
nah, for real, it’s busting out the skinnies, see the glock poking
tryna be like us and he went broke, hit the jock on him
talking all that zaza sh-t? boy, that’s not potent
[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
d-mn, stan, yeah
that sh-t is not potent, my n-gga got some kush
regular, okay, krispylife
if i hit the gas too hard then my whip’ll fly
my shoes bald at the bottom, i’m finna slide
hit a n-gga hood and commit genocide
if you riding with the opps then you finna die
ain’t no going back and forth, b-tch, yeah, pick a side
open yo legs up, baby, i’m putting pills and d-ck inside
i hit this b-tch for so long, i left a dent inside
nah, i hit this b-tch for so long, i left my print inside
no hoes on yo fubu sweater, i’m a designer
n-gga, look like j.lo did it
yeah, i handed dawg so much sherm, he got a halo, didn’t he?
want a fifteen song ep? then pay me fifty
wanna show you the sauce but i be too busy
get a couple [?] low 350
i’m done drinking lean, i want my kidneys
whip a brick faster than you can count to twenty

[verse 3: babytron]
wait till the smoke clear, you gon’ see some forgiatos
got a forty on me, f-ck around and give him forty hollows
sold his ass k roll, i bet you he still snore tomorrow
[?] got the guccis with the waves, mop the floor tomorrow
i could beat yo ass and still ball, b-tch, i’m charles barkley
i’m six feet with a glock on me, boy, it’s hard to guard me
sleeve nash throwing lobs up, you can’t guard omari
scam god, man, i did that old b-tch card r-t-rded
biceps up, i know i’m skinny but i still flex
she cheated on you, boy, i got the head but that’s still s-x
i heard you was the plug, ain’t sell a pill yet?
f-cked up road, i’m getting jacks and ain’t found jill yet
doing credit card fraud but it’s still theft
beat an opp granny till she sleep, is it real yet?
d-ck too long, couldn’t even get the real neck
i was following laws but the wocky still [?]
kidd, where the f-ck the beat go?
dropped two hunnid points, ain’t even drop a cheat code
you ain’t gang banging, unky really facing ricos
lil’ man, big bop on me, f-ck a debo, ayy

- shittyboyz

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