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shittyboyz - ggg lyrics

[intro: babytron]
i had the chance (whew)
to make love to you again (hey, b+tch)
i’d hold you in my arms (hey, hey)
and i’d never let it end (b+tch)

[verse 1: babytron]
sneaks european but the drac’ russian
twenty deep with the gang, got the stage jumping
money talk nowadays, i don’t say nothing
like i’m playing shortstop, i know that it’s a play coming
129 bpm, that’s for sb
it’s a dirty game like, f+ck what the ref see
talking ’bout the deep, you ain’t even got no wet feet
woke up and made a ten, you was in the bed sleep
hit the club, make it hail, snow, and sleet
ten toes, two feet, boy, it ain’t no ho in me
blue hundreds, red snеaks, and i’m in here pouring pink
dsm at the top, sh+t, that’s how it’s ‘posеd to be
been working, whip skrrting, pulling up, they get nervous
akhi caught a body in it, had to go and switch turbans
this the glockiana walk, would’ve thought my hip hurting
you ain’t even make a thousand, was that lil’ trip worth it?
[verse 2: trdee]
why the f+ck they still sleep like they took a xanny?
left my kids on her couch like the b+tch a nanny
where the real b+tches at? i don’t know any
i could never be fake, it is not in me
i be all in her guts when she don’t answer
if you really want smoke with us, you must want cancer
i’m doing two+twenty, still tryna go faster
they gon’ talk no matter what you do, so it don’t matter
if i had a chance to beat it up, boy, i probably would
no cap, me and tron used to really jugg
metal on me like a knight, you can call me suge
keep in stock a choppy, pulled up on ’em like, “what’s good?”
you ain’t good at rapping but your people scared to tell you that
riding ’round in the two+seater with the ceiling back
you ain’t gotta tell me ’bout no money ’cause i’m where it’s at
b+tch booty got some recoil ’cause it’s really fat

[verse 3: stanwill]
we don’t shoot once, we got weapons ready
dior to the sneaks, i ain’t stepping petty
2022, me and gang pressing heavy
jam fam’ when i’m checking out, i don’t mess with jelly
online punching sh+t like i’m ggg
stomp a opp face in, now my yeezy’s creased
got your baby tryna f like i’m weezy wee
big bop stick, who the f+ck want a piece of me?
sh+t, all this ice got my nose stuffing
i ain’t on stage at the strip but i’m pole clutching
fully k, boy, this ho russian
got a paper cut, i can’t even do no more thumbing
all i’m missing is a real b+tch with a fat booty
we got twenty bl!ckies in this whip, we don’t lack, goofy
put his brains in that motherf+cker, left his lap gooey
you can go and check our spreadsheet, every stat booming
[outro: stanwill, trdee, & ]
left his lap gooey? f+ck, stanley
big sh+ttyboy sh+t
it’s the sh+ttyboyz clique, we been sh+tting
n+ggas can’t f+ck with us, never will
b+tch
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