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letra de mosh pit - shittyboyz

[intro: stanwill]
(damjonboi)
tricolored hutch pendant hangin’ off my neck, got my nose runnin’
(chilly in this b-tch, where my goose at?)
it’s a couple n-ggas hate my guts because they hoes love me
twenty pointers off the mirror tint, i did the froze buffies
(dumb-ass n-gga, sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t milita
whole lotta gang sh-t, n-gga
yop, come on)

[verse 1: stanwill]
brodie off the boomies, still’ll boom an opp
lookin’ like a chemist in the lab the way i do the pop
titi think she uzi, all she wanna do is rock
your b-tch in that c8 lappin’ up, i’m in the coupe with thots
in that water, i be armed up like an octopus
chandeliers hangin’ off my neck, i made her stop and look
if they fl!ck the lights, i bob and weave, you know i dodge the hook (you don’t even get that sh-t, though)
thirty ball in all dubs on me, got your b-tch amazed
made a ten from the crib, i ain’t do sh-t today
if the bl!cky on me jam, you’ll get triple h’d
told a b-tch she f-ckin’ with the boss, she tryna get a raise

[verse 2: babytron]
i was rockin’ fendi f’s in school the whole time you was gettin’ a’s
b-tches disrespectful, whole time, p-ssy be on fish fillet
i be ’round some k!llers, you would think the block was crystal lake
used to hit the bank and walk out with illegal slips of pape’
sick your mans ain’t see a pendant, only had the pape’ to print ’em
yohji yamamotos cost a k and plus it’s pape’ that’s in ’em
with my ‘rillas sippin’ quagen, spill some on my bape, i’m trippin’
double team me, i’m still ten toes, learned to play my pivot
told my shooter, “ooh, k!ll him with the drac’,” like he terio
bank robbin’ spree, that’s the worst-case scenario
turnt up off the boomies like a stereo
and they don’t know my shooter’s name, he lied and said demario
[chorus: babytron]
i could start a moshpit, watch this
open it up, we rap stars on rock sh-t
finna get my pop tint, every bl!cky got glitch
all this dog sh-t up on me, loaded diaper, rodrick

[verse 3: trdee]
tell ’em no and they gon’ treat you like the villain
told lil’ bro he catch a body, we gon’ go get him a pendant
it don’t matter, get it long as they print it
might just drop a coupe for the summer with no ceiling
sh-t, i feel like weezy f
this your baby, why the f-ck she always give me neck?
pockets filled up with green, lookin’ just like shrek
it ain’t wock’ until i blow up, we can make a bet
i want a milli’, f-ck a richard
i can’t f-ck that b-tch ’cause she broke, i cannot fix her
pull that b-tch from deep, buzzer beater, reggie miller
real rap star, they don’t care if they was sisters
shooter jumper green, midrange, devin booker
put my b-tch in diamonds, now she dancin’ with the stars
i don’t know how n-ggas gettin’ money, but ain’t got no car
it’s a lot of flavors in my ‘wood, i might just land on mars
ballin’ ain’t a crime, free all the ballers that’s behind the bars

[interlude: stanwill]
light this b-tch up
open up that moshpit, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
yop, yop
[chorus: babytron, stanwill & trdee]
i could start a moshpit, watch this
(turn this b-tch up, turn this b-tch up)
i could start a moshpit, watch this
(go, go, go, go)
i could start a moshpit, watch this
(sh-t, f-ck, d-mn)
i could start a moshpit, watch this
i could start a moshpit, watch this

- shittyboyz

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