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letra de off the top - shittyboyz

[intro: babytron]
aye, aye, aye, sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
crunchwrap supreme with diablo sauce
i ain’t talking ’bout no food, that’s just how i talk
call you chum bucket, walk around without the sauce
i should be a muhf-ckin’ dentist, that’s just how i floss

[verse 2: stanwill]
dog sh-t, i done came with the dookie roll
super sl!ck, played the lil’ b-tch like a movie roll
man i’m sick and tired of you goofy hoes
chopstick next to the pape, that’s a sushi roll

[verse 3: trdee]
heard them n-ggas looking for me, tell them boys i’m ready
looking at my mans like is your shoot hand steady?
we ain’t f-cking, we ain’t talking, yes this sh-t can get petty
call [?] when he shoot, he a lefty

[verse 4: biltmore peeko]
i’ll leave a n-gga hating like a n-z-
b-tch i’m with the gang and i see you with the posse
i’m shooting up your street, i’m looking like a zombie
i shot a oldhead ’cause he was f-cking with my mommy
[verse 5: big money rich]
f-cking with my sister, should’ve popped him in his sh-t
n-ggas got bowls of cookie like cookie crisp
b-tches treat my d-ck just like licorice
split the wrapper then passed it to her friend when she finished

[verse 6: babytron]
dude made a monster, frankenstein
feel like xzibit, if he slide, i’ma paint his ride
used to have love, now it’s just hate inside
tried to close the doors but i still found a way inside

[verse 7: stanwill]
money on the floor then i’m coming like i’m
heard they was sleep so i’m coming like a nightmare
fire ass minnesota piece, he from white bear
jumped in the water, you would think i ain’t like air

[verse 8: trdee]
at the self-scan, got me looking around my shoulders
i think it’s time we wake them n-ggas up, just like [?]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i think my pockets seen more paper than a folder
we taking n-ggas’ spots up, y’all know that it’s over, n-gga

[verse 9: biltmore peeko]
keep my circle like dun dun da duns
bullet stuck in his head like his favorite song
all my n-ggas want the bread, we take more then
treat him like a lawn chair, get that n-gga folded
[verse 10: big money rich]
sitting in the trap house while the smokers smoking
[?] like i’m [?]
i seen something that i ain’t ‘posed to, i ain’t even notice
i seen n-ggas seen they opps and they ain’t even blow

[verse 11: babytron]
chilling in the trap, bricks sitting in the chair
pre-game lebron, threw some powder in the f-cking air
think i paid the refs ’cause i ball, it ain’t fair
b-tch asking for my heart but i swear it ain’t there

- shittyboyz

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