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letra de slam dunk contestants - shittyboyz

[intro: trdee]
(y’all tripping, reggie, turn this sh-t up)
you ain’t never have the—, yeah, okay
(reggie got the heat)

[verse 1: trdee]
you ain’t ever have to strap yo nuts on
if she don’t text you back, she probably getting f-cked on
if you ever say, “it’s up,” you getting dunked on
she a freaky girl, why the f-ck you put the cuffs on?
she gon’ suck the d-ck before we f-ck because it’s mandatory
turn his block to call of duty, camping in his territory
you can’t f-ck with us, boy, you ain’t even in our category
stop playing with the gang, b-tch, real sh-ttyboyz sh-t, come on
[verse 2: stanwill]
okay, life likе a toilet, they be p-ssеd ’cause i sh-t on ’em
i beat done picked his ass off, you can’t pick on ’em
mike amiri tripping, he got way too many rips on ’em
used to brick a lot, now every shot i take a swish only
it’s a lot of double cups in here, my babies pouring potions up
lab pendants off the balaclavas, b-tches know it’s us
how it’s smoke with us? you can’t afford the sh-t we rolling up
you can’t hit the b-tches that i hit, boy, you ain’t g.o.a.t. enough

[verse 3: babytron]
s mode in the mclaren, finna drift some’
brodie deacon jones for that sack, he gon blitz some’ (phew)
i’ma need a four to take a nap, i’ma tryna sip some (phew-phew)
you can see the pole, that b-tch attached, i’m tryna lift some’ (tryna lift some’, phew)
take the mask off and walk ’em down bare face
it’s a dirty game, we ain’t finna play the fair way
overnight shippies, jacks coming through the airway (through the airway, brrt)
sh-t (sh-t)

[verse 4: trdee]
casamigo got her in the bed like riley reid (d-mn)
if balling was a crime then i would have my n-ggas free (my n-ggas)
i ain’t gotta check the s—, yeah, b-tch (yeah, b-tch)
i ain’t gotta check the score, i know we in the lead (i know we in)
can’t n0body f-ck with us, we like the d-mn avengers (no cap)
had to tell her how to do it, baby a beginner (okay)
and she really cold as h-ll, she just like december (d-mn)
i wouldn’t even try bro, that boy got him a temper
[verse 5: stanwill]
brodie run around with scripts, he don’t know how to act though
b-tch face pretty, tryna f-ck her from the back though
dior on the pedal, tryna see how fast the ‘cat go
run it up, hit the set, blow it all and—
blow it all and stack more
really hope that they don’t think they sh-tting, b-tch, i shat more
new b-tch got that fiji, in the kitty doing backstrokes
stuck up than a b-tch and got that sh-t, must be a assh0l-

[verse 6: babytron]
out of town, tour time in the bed sprinter (skrrt)
you better go and grab a helmet, i’m with head hitters
only kicked the cup on accident, b-tch, i’m a red spiller (phew)
shoutout to the rex whipper, b-tch, free unky
caught an opp and turned his whitey-tighties into green undies (sheesh)
this life sh-t up and down, you gon’ need bungees (d-mn)
starting to think i’m kinda slow, all i think’s money
blue green and pink mo—

[outro]
(reggie got the heat)
(y’all tripping, reggie, turn this sh-t up)

- shittyboyz

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