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letra de shit show - stanwill

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sh-t show lyrics
[intro]
sh-ttyboyz, man, dog sh-t militia, you know that’s on every song
i ain’t even gotta say too much, but know it’s a lot of that and it’s a lot of racks around
f-ck is you talking ’bout?
y’all know it, yeah, yeah, huh

[verse]
.30 in the glock like he popped a perc’
slide again when we k!ll a opp, we gon’ pop the he-rs-
if it ain’t ’bout pape’, we cannot converse
let him ever say it’s on the floor, we put the mops to work
huh, two hunnid bucks what my pasta worth
x or a v on my back when i rock the shirt
i be card-cracking, unky lobbing work
it’ll be a cold day in h-ll and my opps was turnt
b-tch think i’m bigfoot, it’s just the balenci’ thangs
i feel like a toilet, dog sh-t with a p-ssy chain
drunk as h-ll in the strip, making strippies rain
brum-bum-bum-bum in the glock, let the .50 hang
or i can come titty boy, let the nicki bang
get them old hunnids out my face, i like nipsey thangs (blues)
sbdsm, boy, it’s strictly gang
seven hunnid horses to the boys, you can’t fl!ck me, gang
christian louboutin did the sneaks, i got rich toes
tell a b-tch this ain’t a lil’ bl!ck, this a big pole
always got some chicken on me, they think i’m a wishbone
jake ’em like tilapia, we catch him in that fishbowl
catch me in the bnb with six hoes
mike amiri got me looking homeless in these ripped clothes
babytron keep the diesel like he citgo
any function that we hit, we turn it to a sh-tshow
if it don’t make dollars, it ain’t making sense
if my mans ever go pig, turn him bacon bits
caught a flight, we on [?]
feeling oriental, bape on with a blazer, b-tch
i don’t like slow head, told her, “make it quick”
bougie with the ding-a-ling, i don’t hit no basic sh-t
gang’ll put you in a suit, get you tailored quick
if you don’t catch plays or suck d-ck, see you later, b-tch
b-tch used to mean mug, now she get her face f-cked
threw the buffs on, told a opp get his weight up
riding ’round with the aubrey graham, b-tch, i’m drac’d up
really saving all these thot hoes, put your cape up
put my babies on her face like some makeup
for me, shooting shots to these hoes like a layup
do i want a submarine’ or a datejust?
run off with a penny, if i catch, you better pay up
i just left hutch with some shiny sh-t
everything that gang do huge, you on tiny sh-t
running off’ll get you popped in the heinie quick
bro wipe his nose, all my slatts, they on slimy sh-t
hitman’ll clean the scene on some tidy sh-t
quick to up the glocky if he pull up on some id sh-t
looking for my saweetie, i just want a icy b-tch
step a opp out in some thousand dollar nike kicks
he don’t dress hair, gang like to split wigs
taking hunnid dollar wocky sips, boy, them big swigs
swimming in the deep, grew some big fins
splurged down audemar, brodie look like ben 10
all this drip up in my closet, d-mn near gotta swim in
should i pop out shooting with the glocky or the big f&n?
shot a leg out the bopstick and had to switch lens
wet as h-ll, sh-tty’ got ’em sh-tty, we some rich kids
rolling turtle pie, brodie in this b-tch blowed
make her suck it fast, but she wanna f-ck me slow
jumping out the coupe, talking loose up in robes
i might tell her, “i ain’t got a heart, but it’s chrome”
i can’t hear you ’cause my ear wire hold the phones
glock got a flash, catch a opp, tell him, “pose”
wocky in the [?], b-tch, we not pouring roj’
all y’all baby know is chase a bag ’til i’m gone
[outro]
ha, yeah, b-tch (’til i’m gone, f-ck is you talking ’bout?)
f-ck you talking ’bout, man? sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia (all i know is chase a bag, for real, [?], you feel me?)
(yeah, though, it’s a whole lot of that going on)
(gang sh-t, we don’t lane switch, b-tch, yeah, sh-ttyboyz)

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