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letra de on fire - shittyboyz

[intro: stanwill]
(jose the plug)
i, i, i, i, i

[verse 1: stanwill]
i could never play the middle (nah)
i got more stripes than a referee, we know you ain’t official
think you hackin’, we get active, boy, you know we play the whistles (brrt)
this sh-t every day, you know i played the pistol (yeah)
all my hoes barbie (yeah), all your hoes rats (yeah)
all my hoes sn-tched (yeah), you get all your hoes sn-tched (yeah)
i’m with the militia, look like truth how we got poles, jack (brrt)
paparazzi, glocky got the flash, you better pose, jack (posе)
b-tch, i get to runnin’, runnin’ all like a triathlon

[verse 2: trdee]
you ain’t know that we bе sendin’ bullets out with megatron
duck your taco, we gon’ hit you in it or gon’ knock it off
must ain’t know that we be swingin’ sticks like we be playin’ golf
i’m on fire, sh-t, i feel like weezy f baby
i peep n-ggas stealin’ style, y’all gon’ have to pay me
i heard you ain’t ball long like tracy mcgrady
ar sittin’ in the crib like we in the navy
i be workin’ like i’m broke because i’m scared of that
if my mama knew ho much this cost, she’d have a heart attack
[verse 3: babytron]
brodie pulled that skimmer out, he lookin’ for a card to hack
please take your shoes off, them b-tches ancient artifacts
super throwed, sparkin’ ‘thrax
we ain’t known? pardon that
you just can’t follow the basic rules, it ain’t that hard to stack
catch him out, park his scat
hit his top, make him drop
bravado x mihara, b-tch, my fit costs me an eight of wock’
sh-t, blowin’ ’em out, it’s time to play the clock
feds happy than a b-tch they got you, all the names you drop
boy, you broke as f-ck, can’t up a roll, don’t try to say you not

[verse 4: stanwill]
i can smell a rat a mile away, ain’t gotta say you cop
hutchy got my pendant bust
(what bro on?) spinnin’ somethin’
funny, bro gon’ get a teardrop tatted when he hit his onion

[verse 5: trdee]
put a hole in an opp, he look like a funyon
had to cut that b-tch off, she was too annoying
t-double-h-l-s-b-d-s-m

[verse 6: babytron]
that’s the gang, cuddy janky, tryna sn-tch a chain
we’ll pull up drummin’, no trace like a masquerade
oppositons, they can’t get a pass until i pass away
[outro: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia
long live $cams

- shittyboyz

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