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letra de turnt shit - shittyboyz

[intro: babytron]
alright, come on
yeah, yeah, yeah
sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
heh, still punk ass in the trenches
you was up in class, f-ck that, i need chicken
babytron, yeah, i got thrust, i be sh-tting
hundred round drum, yeah, the nuts, i be tripping
just touch down in tx like ezekiel
turn around, b-tch broke her neck, i’m with trl
f-ck yo dead mans [?] y’all can meet in h-ll
2017, touched thirty off of sneaker sells

[verse 2: drich 100]
i need the money, need it pr-nto
everybody in the fam, boy, i feel like lonzo
i’m at a bnb and it’s full of dime hoes
i got enough for all of y’all, my d-ck a [?]
f-ck with the sh-ttyboyz, yeah, they on what i’m on
you could see we getting pape with yo eyе closed
every time shе give me head, she take my soul
i want the head but she gon’ f-ck up my clothes

[verse 3: stanwill]
strobe on the glock, when i point, he gon’ have a seizure
told her it was love but i forgot, think i got amnesia
banker on me, i’ll let it sing but it’s not anitta
lil’ b-tch f-cking with a shrimp, caught him rocking fila
small fry but i’m rolling with a big mac
if you that and that, that’s the big [?]
nah, for real, big step ’cause my kicks [?]
why when she with me the only time that your b-tch happy?
[verse 4: moneymaidmar]
seventeen, no [?] fly
we got the ups so you can’t shoot us like them one guys
gang [?] so the [?] he on trump time
my n-ggas don’t know sh-t but scam, punch, slide
got her back like a camel ’cause it’s hump time
this sh-t something you can’t handle, did even tries
you won’t get my d-ck up, can only touch dimes
sh-t on n-ggas, posterized when it’s flush time

[verse 5: trdee]
tron brought the hoes, told him bring them through
told her, “when i’m done with your friend, i’ma finish you”
come through, spin, think my ar got a missing tooth
she got in the whip like, “hold on, boy, you got a missing roof”
stan spin the block, i think i seen them n-ggas on the corner
spanish thang with me, don’t mistake my baby for a foreigner
old blues on me, tron told me i’m a real h–rder
let me get the henny, two more seconds and i’m moving towards her

[verse 6: trl jt]
hold on, b-tch, you in a different bag than them
i know she wanna f-ck, she like [?]
“boy, what’s in your f-nny?”, ho, stop asking
b-tch, it’s cash in there
they had to kick her out after i f-ck, i heard the cab was here
but it’s for certain that my b-tch the baddest
[?] my sh-t hydraulics, see who whip the fastest
[?] we trip in traffic
balenciagas or the saint laurent, you know we into fashion
[verse 7: babytron]
sushi roll in the suit got me [?]
score lopsided, three pointer, we gon’ hit his basket
splash around, yeah, yeah, i’m a drippy b-st-rd
my opps somewhere mad as h-ll, boy, or they in a casket
exotic pop, yeah, i gargle then i burp
either got the bape with some bari on my shirt
pipe it down, yeah, we leave cartis on the curb
need a 41, they can’t guard me like i’m dirk

[verse 8: drich 100]
[?] doing all the dancing, it’s a party on my shirt
fishy ass p-ssy, calamari when she squirt
tryna be a bad boy, throw him like larry in the dirty
at the football games wet, kalahari on the turf
ask baby what she want and she told me a rp
do you know what these do? give your p-ssy heartbeats
me and gang hanging at your crib like some car keys
we ain’t slide down, n-gga, we gon’ make your car swing

[verse 9: stanwill]
hm, i’m with trl
glocky hanging out the bape trunks, f-ck a cpl
b-tch, you can have a thousand dimes, you won’t see me fail
opps say it’s smoke with the gang, i bet we in h-ll
[verse 10: moneymaidmar]
[?] everywhere, i can’t help the smell
i’m tryna beat yo back in and i’m so for real
all i see is green like [?]
if they sit you in that room, you can’t know or tell

[verse 11: trdee]
purple jeans on but they tint, she keep asking how
balling so hard they gotta hack, ref call a foul
scamming for a year and made a band? throw in the towel
.762, you ain’t heard? these a k!ll a cow

[verse 12: trl jt]
oh, you think i’m gon’ let you hit the road and find us in your l’s?
baby, we been balling in the mall, think we from [?]
tryna eat my n-gga for that chicken, you gon’ eat a sh-ll
[?] jugg, all you see is jail

- shittyboyz

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