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letra de going hyphy - shittyboyz

[intro: babytron]
b-tch, whew

[verse 1: babytron]
doggy twelve, acting like the sheriff (fed)
how i’m feeling, i might go and catch a flight to paris (fyoo)
how i’m feeling, i might spend like ninety on the chain
sbdsm, we tripping, going hyphy in the bay
throw it, that’s a touchdown (six)
f-ck a hundred, i was taught to keep it one thou’ (thousand)
you got some nerve if i don’t know you, tryna come ’round
swerving down the opps block, all they heard was gun sounds (bow)
like sh-t, where you finna run? (come here)
like sh-t, three-five got me feeling numb (i’m blowed)
like sh-t, that’s light pape’, boy, you still a bum (crumb)
like sh-t, four years later, yeah, we still them ones (yeah)
like sh-t, boy (yeah), like sh-t (sh-t)
hehe, like sh-t (sh-t)
big glockiana but the jeans tight fit (amiri)
sip wockiana all night type sh-t (whew)
[verse 2: trdee]
running ’round, throwing bullets at him, mike vick (fah, fah)
you don’t wanna hit this ‘wood, this some opp pack
no, i don’t care about that b-tch, she a throwback (whew)
roll another ’wood and forget about ’em
crazy how i’m riding with the drac’ and i came from the bottom (frrt)
i can teach you how to do it, gregg popovich
really demigods when we drop, we don’t ever miss (crazy)
dog was talking down, i went and hit his sis’ (i did)
you not even cut to blow it, why you got a bl!ck? (why?)
five hundred dollar shirt, left the tag on (bought)
we know that’s not your sh-t, that’s your mans roll (that’s your dogsh-t)
these pockets always stuffed with green like a egg roll
if i say it’s up, they on your top just like some headphones (ha, ha, ha, whew)
six b-tches in the room, it’s a slumber party (okay)
dog ain’t even got a whip but went and got some carti’s (huh?)
if i ever hit your b-tch, my n-gga, i ain’t sorry (nah)
she a freak, money make her wet like kalahari

[verse 3: stanwill]
sh-t, huh, okay
i might f-ck around and start a tidal wave when i’m in magic city
tell the boys, “come get me,” do the race, we pull up scat or kitty
bro be paranoid, he beat and popped you, catch you at the iffy
b-tch is simple-minded, bet she f-ck, i saw the stack of benji’s
pulled up thinking we gon’ fight, i’m laughing while i rack the semi
in the amg, i’m active, you can’t trip in traffic with me
been working on a milli’, i ain’t even see you stack a fifty
matter fact, i ain’t seen you stack a dub up
wearing all my ice like vezzo, finna f-ck the club up
got it out the dirt, but unky still be pouring mud up
turtle pie of gary payton, brodie say his lungs stuck
sbdsm my babies, everything we do amazing
had to tell the teller every bill, i want the bluest faces
say it ain’t no wock’ around, so unky poured a deuce of quagen
all these f-cking chains and all these whips, you’d think my crew be slaving

- shittyboyz

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