sharrum - i’m the shit bitch lyrics
[intro: king clay]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: king clay]
look at my neck (d+mn!)
look at my wrist (d+mn!)
look at my b+tch (d+mn!)
look at my fit (d+mn!)
i’m the sh+t, b+tch
i’m the sh+t, b+tch
i’m the sh+t, b+tch
i’m the sh+t, b+tch
look at my neck (d+mn)
look at my wrist (d+mn!)
look at my b+tch (d+mn!)
look at my fit (d+mn!)
[verse 1: king clay]
yeah, ay
yeah we up in the stu
it’s me and will
you know what we do
ooo
we gon’ k!ll everything
yeah we comin’ through
ooo
and i got your boo
ooo
i gave her a boo
ooo
yeah, i hit it from the back
ay!
she was snortin’ crack
ay!
no, we are not wack
ay!
man your raps are trash
ay!
man your raps are trash!
ay!
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
ay, imma finna go in here
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
like a d+ck in a v+g+n+
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
tell me how you find her
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
she is really bad
so imma come up from behind her
then i’m gonna take her wallet
and her id
take her credit card information
then say “h+llo baby?”
“how you doin’?”
ay
“i was just cruisin’
saw you in the neighborhood
thought you was lookin’ good
so i decided that i should
come thru and
put my hood on
and then rob you!”
take your clothes off
give me your jewels!
ay, ay
i don’t hit juuls
but i got that nickelodeon
nick at nite
i don’t know what to say
ay, yay
i sound like a motha f+ckin’ robot
and you know that
i be going in whenever i go ham man
that’s that chronic hittin’
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
yeah, i’m smoking yeah
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
and i’m smoking here!
(i’m the sh+t, b+tch)
ay, jays up on my feet!
and you cannot mess with me!
and i’m rapping with no beat!
well, i got a drum in the back!
like i’m bringing heat
i’m not talkin’ bout the sun!
man i’m talking ‘bout that
dun dun dun
hold up
ay, that was real cringy
you wasn’t admit?
ahhhhhhhh
bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
ay
[verse 2: sharrum]
i’m the sh+t b+tch like i’m gucci mane
rapping this sh+t like some cellophane
getting to lit like some propane
botta snort this weed like cocaine
boutta do some heroin, call me cobain
call me cobain
not kobe
i only take shots at my head
no dunking
i only take shots for the bread
no hunting
and if you pull up with the strap
i’m running!
i’m running
cause i’m a p+ssy
f+ck all the street sh+t just please don’t touch me
f+ck all the g sh+t
i’m on my snort weed sh+t
that twenty dollar fee sh+t
flying on that bee sh+t
leave you lying on your knees sh+t
ay! hey!
[outro: king clay]
and we be cruising
me and your girlfriend
ay
and we boolin’
and she holdin’ me
so tight
she say:
“when i’m with my boo
all i think about is you”
me and will up in the stu
you already know how we do
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