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letra de goated - shittyboyz

[intro: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
fit wet as h-ll, i drip water like poseidon
punching doordash, i got ruth’s chris arriving
feeling too blessed, i’m ap in verizon
just touchdown, b-tch, i’m feeling like a [?]
baby, check the rating stats, been maxed out
dee a bulldozer, he just cleared saks out
ric flair cookie, this’ll make you tap out
slam dunk like stackhouse, i done blew her back out

[verse 2: stanwill]
when i was down, i had a piece for every puzzle
the way i punch sh-t, you would think i like to tussle
you strong with the hands? bro blowing off your muscle
look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
good approval so i signed sh-ttyboyz
upping checks on n-ggas, whole life i been unemployed
had a heart once but now the juggs for the boys
brodie punching up for some belts like he f-ck with floyd

[verse 3: babytron]
baby k’ll fling his ass to the ozone
bro slid for the ice, call him “frozone”
pops said the belt ain’t sh-t, life goes on
you decline in six stores, dude, go home
brought some new jacks to the city, feel like nino brown
ten bands in two days, this the sh-t i dreamed about
running up a check, i’m getting sweaty, b-tch, i need a towel
juul put yo ass in a suit like you [?]
[verse 4: stanwill]
ain’t no [?] but it’s some iron on the goat
shouts on the ‘gram? i’ma take you as a joke
b-tch on my d-ck ’cause you gon’ put it down yo throat
if she throw me in the cold, i’m throwing moncler on the coat
when it’s beef, i can’t find n-ggas like they waldo
big on the mag and it kick like ronaldo
same n-ggas hating be the same ones i ball on
sh-ttyboyz the gang, only n-ggas i can fall on

[verse 5: babytron]
prolific sport ’cause i’m really out here winning
granny pray at church ’cause i’m really out here sinning
heavyweight bins, my sh-t really out here hitting
sh-ttyboyz lieutenant, b-tch, i’m really out here sh-tting
that is that thrust if you still rocking rocks
shooter got range, i’ma call him “rocket watts”
cuff who? b-tch, i’m spinning like a bottle top
saucy-ass fit, a lot of drip and a lot of drop

[verse 6: stanwill]
ask what i am, i say ten times ten
tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin?
pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
picked up the cards, now it’s win after win
call me “sensei”, i can put you in a dojo
i ain’t in a ring but i punch like i’m cotto
any smoke, bro folding tops like a polo
ain’t no running from me ’cause he shooting from the logo
sh-ttyboyz up, y’all n-ggas down and out
hoes ain’t loyal, hurt my soul finding out
sick that i’m winning, n-ggas wanna fight me now
punch a little piece, boy think he tyson now

- shittyboyz

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