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shitty boyz - dirty dan lyrics

[intro: babytron]
aye, aye
sh#ttyboyz

[verse 1: stanwill]
ball#hoggin’ for the times they ain’t throw the pass
my b#tch cold, you can’t f#ck with her frozen ass
up until the nut, that’s how long my emotions last
stretch doggy bone with the chop like aerobics class
off#white on the tee, this ain’t aeropostale
breathtaking ass glock knock the air up out you
fraud philosopher, i feel like aristotle
come and get your b#tch, dawg, she loose off a pair of [?]

[verse 2: babytron]
boy you scared of the throttle, i don’t press the brakes
walk around with some heavy thrust, but i’m a featherweight
in la, benihibachi, i need extra steak
this little b#tch a f#cking geek, swear the head was great
yao ming off the runts, keep a houston rocket
i won’t use my knuckles, boy you would get blew like sonic
lando blow a wedding cake, that sh#t super toxic
left the crocs at the crib, had the gucci floppers

[verse 3: trdee]
drownin’ in the p#ssy, i’ma hit her with the tongue out
i ain’t hit your b#tch to be a hunnid, we just hung out
she was playin’ with some noodles, now she on the block strung out
they messin’ in the rain [?] my face when the sun out
don’t play games with me, you better treat me like the weird kid
stan bring the hoes, tron bought car heads
[?] rappers really something we call feds
she wanna pull up to the stu’, b#tch wanna do my ad#libs

[verse 4: almightysuspect]
n#ggas know how i came, tatted on me, n#ggas know that’s my gang
i don’t say sh#t, n#ggas been know my name
every time i’m on a track, n#ggas been knew it’s flame
b#tch, now who really want smoke?
stay with the glock cause i’m really on go
stay with a bag cause i really been broke
[?] sh#ttyboyz, n#ggas really been goats, b#tch

[verse 5: stanwill]
hit ’em with a pinhead, now he dirty dan
i can’t teach an opp how to fly, but the .30 can
got my palms on every jug, like i got thirty hands
b#tch said my jeans blue, how the f#ck they purple pants?

[verse 6: babytron]
off#white x [?] like a drug addict
broke ass little boy, throw a plug at him
get a lesson from the goat, i teach punch classes
[?] in the shots, he gon’ score, he got [?]

[verse 7: trdee]
bad b#tch on my b#tch, i’m a rapper, i can do that
if you don’t see me with ’em, don’t be asking where who at
you get in some beef, you tryna find out where the stew at
she in here doing gang if you wondering where your boo at

[verse 8: almightsuspect]
i’ll pull up from half court, how i do that?
i’ll pull 20 out the bank and i blew that
n#ggas really mad cause i’m up, y’all knew that
that n#gga trippin’ in this b#tch, he get blew back

[verse 8: stanwill]
in my city, boy, cause my b#tch scammin’
i should throw it in the octagon how my bins slammin’

[verse 9: babytron]
b#tch i’m at the self#scan chip#jammin’
i hit your crib with a tool like i’m tim allen

[verse 10: trdee]
they can’t f#ck with us, i put that on the gang
wearing sh#tty merch, y’all wanna put it on a chain

[verse 11: almightsuspect]
need to see a doc in this b#tch, i’m ain’t sane
i just pulled up with a glock in this b#tch, let it bang

- shitty boyz lyrics

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