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letra de senzu bean - shittyboyz

[intro: babytron]
ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat
f-ck, huh, sh-t, d-mn

[verse 1: babytron]
shooter super saiyan, he’ll pop you like a senzu bean
brodie ot road running, he a rental fiend (whew)
b-tch, i’m charged up (brr), sh-t, times two
feel like mac and devin, i was blowed back in high school

[verse 2: trdee]
tryna fight like gohan, we’ll blow ’em like some hot food
found out she was f-cking, that sh-t hurt him like a tattoo
she suck it and leave it a mess, she like a messy eater
you only paid me for the method, not to be a teacher
[verse 3: stanwill]
catch your baby, we gon’ hit him in his cocomelon
we bе loading glockies, y’all be going to the popo, tеlling
say he got some demons, he don’t know no felons
we ain’t got no manners, hundred dollar plates at fogo, yelling

[verse 4: babytron]
we gon’ knock you down in .2 if you show your weapon
shot his legs off for being tough, it ain’t no more stepping
hit the club and i’ll start a storm like the crooked man
three of wocky shut my body down like i took a xan

[verse 5: trdee]
bad b-tches on me ’cause my pockets filled with piccolo
give me ’bout another year and you’ll see me blow
plugged in like a lan cable, i won’t lag out
told my b-tch to change her clothes ’cause her ass out

[verse 6: stanwill]
you be slowpoking to the pape’, i took the fast route
thirty dangle out the glocky, dummy, i don’t jab now
i ain’t gunna but i’m pushing p-n-s down these b-tches’ throats
detergent in this dirty cup but unc’ ain’t wash the dishes though

[verse 7: babytron]
i got some quagen in my pop, you sipping piccolo (wow)
the mail here, i told my b-tch to go and get the door
yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
unky stabbed off and touched down with some o.j.’s (sensei)
[verse 8: trdee]
they tryna block our shine like some sun shades
punches really hit, i call ’em luke cage
your punches don’t hit, they just like hercules
it’s two-twenty on the dash, man, i gotta speed

[verse 9: stanwill]
if i ain’t talking sh-t, i’m talking guapanese
mike amiri’s now, high school, it was the robin jeans
say it’s up, chopsticks to your cerebellum
once upon a time in the booth, he be fairy tale-ing

[verse 10: babytron]
(boy) he be capping, all his raps fiction (cap)
it ain’t no traction on this b-tch, i got the ‘cat twisted
7.62’s hit his ass and leave him backflipping (woo)
akhi in the spot, in the kitchen, probably crack whipping (whew)

[verse 11: trdee]
i can show you how to do it, feel like master roshi
on the web, punching sh-t, i kinda feel like tobi
caught a opp out at church and we left him holy
in a room full of winners, where the f-ck our trophy?

[verse 12: stanwill]
all these motherf-cking commas in the bank (beep)
i got glocky, you know akhi got the drac’ (grrah)
where the f-ck is stan? probably in the bank
gang tripping in la, thinking mase’ or the wraith
[verse 13: babytron, trdee & ]
bag on the way, i’m finna meet ghazi in the bay
b-tch a demon, pulled up sloppy-woppy in the face
bro ain’t leave no witness, bet he finna beat the case
eat me like it’s dinner, don’t forget to say your grace

[outro: stanwill]
jollier than saint nick
trackhawk or h-llcat when we race whips, b-tch
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia, that’s on every song

- shittyboyz

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