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letra de mood switch - shittyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
my wrist, that’s your salary
b-tch, we’ll pull up swingin’ sticks like a valkyrie
you won’t catch the the kid up in the middle, you can’t malcolm me
my cpn name danny, hit the lot and tell ’em phantom me
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
i’ll walk out with a quarter-ticket just so casually
at the exotic store (d-mn, jakesand), huh
at the exotic pop store, i told them boys, “white peach fanta” me
in the deep, i’m kinda hard to find, i’m like a manatee
you ever found a thousand in your laundry randomly?
how the f-ck is you a scammer? every time you jam, it freeze
you say you eatin’ good, what i imagine’s applebee’s
lawyers, they just want they monеy, finna pay the shackle fees
knock the corе up out your apple if you try to grapple me
if you seen what i been through, it’s no way you’d be mad at me
i can do a verse in five minutes, song in fifteen
still undefeated, y’all boys lookin’ like the sick siege
stone island breaker on me, had to check the wind speed
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t miltia, let’s get it

[verse 2: trdee]
with the gravediggers, they got first-class trips to heaven
hit her after me, that b-tch a blunt, or like sloppy seconds
i could wake up b-tches, bless a b-tch, i feel like a reverend
no cap, sh-ttyboyz sh-t, man
before we leave the game, i bet they call our ass the greatest
sh-t be crazy, i remember when they used to hate us
i’ma have to ball until they put me in them cages
bad-ass b-tch, lightskin with some braces
back against the wall, i was still ten toes
b-tch think she bad, but she is not that cold
we’ll put some cheese on ’em like some nachos
only ’cause he wanted beef like some tacos
young g.o.a.t. status, i might just go buy a farm
she knew who i was soon as she seen me and my charm
sbdsm, might get it tatted on my arm
n-ggas sleepin’, i’ma wake ’em up like a alarm
[verse 3: stanwill]
tuh, boy, run with the militia, we strapped like the army
you can’t hit my solo cup, b-tch, it’s act’, not bacardi
seen himself get shot through mirror tints, i up strap in my cartis
huh, like, huh, bet i finish you
all these model b-tches in my dm, i can’t pick and choose
goin’ up against the gang, boy, you was meant to lose
they keep sayin’ it’s a dirty game, i had to bend the rules
like, brodie deep up in that water, dz horsin’ opps
run around like the olympic, bet we torch the block
if you ain’t first, to me, you last, is you gon’ score or not?
tryna take this sh-t up to the moon, i can’t afford to stop
neck cost a new whip, buffs, sixty blue strips
better tighten up, we keep tools for them loose lips
bro can’t even think, he confused on a shroom trip
glocky got an, “uh” on the back, in case my mood switch

- shittyboyz

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