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luvbanz – sh*tfacefreestyle lyrics

[intro]
(yeah)
pushed up in a porsche truck, went and dropped the top down (hrrr)
all these lil’ ho wanna f+ck, ’cause a n+gga hot now
came in with them glocks tucked, went and pulled them glocks out (yeah, yeah)
all them boys they p+ssy, i heard you ain’t pop ou+
(prod tag?)

[verse]
(hrrr)
(mmm, [?])
(mmm, mmm, huh)
(yeah, yeah)
b+tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pushed up in a porsche truck, went and dropped the top down (hrrr)
all these lil’ ho wanna f+ck, ’cause a n+gga hot now (yeah)
came in with them glocks tucked, went and pulled them glocks out (yeah, yeah)
all thеm boys they p+ssy, i heard you ain’t pop out (yeah, yеah)
how you dissin’ on the gang, when your mans wan’ be in this
all them n+ggas p+ssy, i won’t stress, i won’t beef in this (yeah)
all them n+ggas corn, i ain’t stressin’ bout no street sh+t
i got n+ggas watchin’ you, f+ck you mean i’m sweet b+tch (hrrr)
walk down on another opp, let’s see who might be next
choppa rip right through his stomach, make a n+gga see [?] (brrr)
b+tch, don’t even try to hop on my wave i make you seasick
all my n+ggas totin’ straight trees, we tote big sticks
walked in then i’m talkin’ sh+t, all these n+ggas opposite (yeah, yeah)
you n+ggas be hoes, huh, and you wan’ be opposition ([?], hrrr)
you ain’t even really street for real, you ain’t even been in my position (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t even want no beef for real, n+gga stop doin’ all that dissin’ (woah)
and i know ’bout your gang, i heard them n+ggas folded [?] (hrrr)
every time they diss the dead a n+gga getting colder, colder (yeah)
n+gga getting bloodthirsty i can smell the [iron?] (b+tch)
i run me down an opp with a knife, put him in comas (hrrr)
run down in your house, say bye to your mama (yeah)
[?] in pajamas, k gon’ clap like thunder (yeah, yeah)
all black just like donda, give the chop to my mama (yeah)
[?] get them commas, you n+ggas jeffrey dahmer (ayy)
blues in my pocket, okay, greens in my pocket
like i’m f+ckin’ with the [?] (frrr)
drop a bag on another n+gga, then on another n+gga
let’s see which one these n+ggas try pull up in a he+rs+ (grrrah)
f+ckin’ with them dogs, n+gga, you gon’ see a dog, n+gga
if you put your punk ass in that motherf+ckin’ dirt (yeah)
had to catch a [?], put that heat right on your ass
tryna run and not gon’ blast
for that blood, b+tch i’m thirsty (frrr)
all these p+ssies tryna murk me
all the opps they keep on lurkin (buh buh buh buh)
god, i’m crying to them nurses
now your mama f+ckin’ [?]

- luvbanz lyrics

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