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billybadazz & c5 tha reaper - all typa shyt goin on lyrics

[intro: billybadazz]
yeah, i take my shirt off of this one, ayy
it’s all type of sh+t goin’ on (what?)
it’s all type of sh+t goin’ on, yeah
yeah, it’s a badazz, n+gga

[verse 1: billybadazz]
it’s all type of sh+t goin’ on
cashing out the parking lot ’til all the whip’s gone
midtown music, you already know, what time we on
yeah, i brought my glock with me, so h+ll no, i ain’t come alone (yeah+yeah)
i got on jordan ones, but these b+tches travis scotts (yeah)
2500 for my outfit is not a lot
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout the cost, ’cause you know i’ll bop a lot
b+tch, you better step it up before these hoes take it’s spot
evyl kinevil with my bad ass, i’m in this b+tch trippin’
try to win a couple weeks, i’m tryna get this sh+t in, put in
my lawyer want 12 g’s, like i’m huncho, so lеt’s get it
oh, you just bop susan lee, congratulations, i’ve been did it
she stayеd by my side, she know my lifestyle is wicked
as soon as i touch for the milly’s, i’m on vacation, goin’ missin’
i’m goin’ hard like ben wallace on the ’04 pistons
you n+ggas had the same cash as me, we ain’t did sh+t with it
yeah, n+gga, championship rings, n+gga
saw a type of sh+t goin’ on ’round us, motherf+cker
bop, n+ggas better pay attention, like your game up
[verse 2: c5 tha reaper]
yeah, motherf+ckin’ reaper, n+gga
yeah, yeah, yeah, motherf+ckin’ reaper, hold on, n+gga
i’m the reason why no motherf+ckin’ apes in they jungle
we celebrate when it’s yellow tape up on they corner (you hatin’)
how the f+ck you feds on the under?
ain’t no need to play that game, b+tch, i’m breakin’ the controller
blame they blocks so many times, yeah, i know they circumference
blame me, i’m the reason for them last white curtains
l.a. streets burnin’ up, you’re the reaper, got ’em nervous
want me to crash out, i’m crashin’ to these b+tches purses
oh, quick, tryna hit me with that suck a f+g sh+t
your man’s got body back, now you in his bag, b+tch
i’m not a fan of you hoes, i still rob a b+tch
put your man’s out of commission, even turn into a vic
if i go out of town to seven hours to the bay
got a b+tch that bust dates, 3k for each plate
i ain’t bustin’ no more spreads, i’m eatin’ lobster, big steaks
no, that puppy i ain’t me, don’t get slapped in your face
yeah, b+tch, yeah, i don’t need no motherf+ckin’ belt
i just beat n+gga on my way, b+tch (boom, boom)
got the tactual at the table, how the f+ck me eat with that sh+t, n+gga
all type of sh+t going on, n+gga
all type of sh+t going on, yeah
all type of sh+t going on, yeah
all type of sh+t going on

- billybadazz c5 tha reaper lyrics

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