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letra de shoes - skinnyboi cj

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, skirr
we got gen 5, we got h-lla bl!cks
he a dead guy, if he step to this (dead)
in that redeye, drive ahead of sh-t (skirr, skrt, skrt)
b-tch, i’m that guy, i won’t beg a b-tch (no)
that hoe very wide, some’ like a elephant (brr)
i whip out the fye, baby started tremblin’
i don’t gotta hide, camo got me blendin’ in (skinnyboi n—-)

[chorus]
b-tch, don’t step on my mo’f-ckin’ shoes (yeah, huh)
’cause i got gen on me, i don’t know about you (ah, huh)
casamigos got the freak hoes in here gеttin’ lose (yeah, yeah)
sеndin’ gas money ‘fore i even whip the coupe
pullin’ up, cutter sw-ngin’, n—-s hangin’ out the roof (skrt, skrt, skrt)
rollin’ up, leave him stankin’ if he hatin’ on the crew
we don’t do no trippin’ [?] i’m from atlanta (brr)
don’t care if you crippin’, we leave blood on yo’ bandana

[verse]
lowlow, in my city b-tches pretty, but they hoes
strip you out yo’ glizzy, show no pity, n—-, no (h-ll no)
i got too much sense to spend a dolla’ on a hoe (that’s on my momma)
n—-s fake trickin’, goin’ broke payin’ for toes
in the booty club, underage, not throwin’ nothin’
hop out that black truck wit’ none but drip, lil’ b-tch i’m stuntin’ (skirr)
mama text my phone, like “son, come home,” h-ll no, i’m thuggin’
doin’ my b-tch wrong, if these hoes ask, say you my cousin
i got doorbell on the back my glock, lil’ boy, don’t push my b-ttons (skirr, skirr)
comin’ off the hip, that’s off the rip, don’t try no jumpin’
shawty on my d-ck, she seen the cash, i was just ugly
you be on some hoe sh-t, got no motion, boy you strugglin’ (skinnyboi n—-)
[chorus]
b-tch, don’t step on my mo’f-ckin’ shoes (yeah, huh)
’cause i got gen on me, i don’t know about you (ah, huh)
casamigos got the freak hoes in here gettin’ lose (yeah, yeah)
sendin’ gas money ‘fore i even whip the coupe
pullin’ up, cutter sw-ngin’, n—-s hangin’ out the roof (skrt, skrt, skrt)
rollin’ up, leave him stankin’ if he hatin’ on the crew
we don’t do no trippin’ [?] i’m from atlanta (brr)
don’t care if you crippin’, we leave blood on yo’ bandana

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