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indianboi21 - holy sh!t lyrics

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[intro]

yeaaahh

[chorus]
i see opps, shoot ’em dead
123, bodies full of lead

finna swiss cheese him if he in the streets
like ian, i got hermes bedsheets
i got a bad thick hoe, she ain’t petite
i’m beating that ass up under the sheets
finna plant that boy’s head into the concrete
slionse, the f+ck he on when he make these beats?
the way i f+ck her, i’m a godd+mn beast
making money, but i ain’t no mrbeast
shе a freaky ass b+tch, f+ck her in the suitе
and i just poured four lines in the sprite and i slowly sipped
i’m getting money, f+cking b+tches, they see my lifestyle and they say, “holy sh!t”

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m f+cking this b+tch and i’m f+cking this b+tch, i’m getting my money up and the glock got a switch
my d+ck big, i got an 8 inch, i’m living rich, b+tch, this weed make me itch
shoot that p+ssy boy up if he a snitch
i’m so d+mn high it’s like i got bewitched
i’m f+cking this b+tch, yeah, fixing her tummy up
i’m making racks, i’m getting my money up
b+tch, i’m climbing up, b+tch try to keep up
can’t hear whatchu saying, boy just speak up
slitting his throat if he trying messing with the gang
when she wear givenchy, my d+ck sprang
sound of my bl!ck go cl!ck and clang
oh my b+tch left? oh well dang
i just pulled up wit a ar 15 and i blasted them, blasted them, blasted them, blasted them
mess with me and me and my gang, you condemned, you condemned, you condemned, you condemned
that b+tch got big titties, i’m like holy sh!t
i made that b+tch do what i say, i made her submit
that boy talking sh+t bout me, he finna get hit
f+ck what he say, load up a 30 clip
yeah i done took his hoe, and i f+cked her
i’m well versed, i’m a conductor
i built that b+tch like a constructor, i don’t hug her
her mans saw as i touched her
he don’t know what to say, he stutter
anyway, i passed her
[chorus]
i see opps, shoot ’em dead
123, bodies full of lead
speedboyg finna get the heat
finna swiss cheese him if he in the streets
like ian, i got hermes bedsheets
i got a bad thick hoe, she ain’t petite
i’m beating that ass up under the sheets
finna plant that boy’s head into the concrete
slionse, the f+ck he on when he make these beats?
the way i f+ck her, i’m a godd+mn beast
making money, but i ain’t no mrbeast
she a freaky ass b+tch, f+ck her in the suite
and i just poured four lines in the sprite and i slowly sipped
i’m getting money, f+cking b+tches, they see my lifestyle and they say, “holy sh!t”



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