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shittyboyz - gotham city lyrics

gotham city lyrics
[verse 1: stanwill]
she got dulce in her solo? finna double team her
hothead with bl!cky on him? bro a trouble seeker
b+tch a dummy, she don’t think i’m finna f+cking leave her
palm angels joggy but dior did my running sneakers

[verse 2: babytron]
suv with the bike rack, blending in with traffic
know the men in black, for some guala, send ’em in with gadgets
tripping over hoes? can’t relate, i’m stepping with some balance
you hating out a hut, b+tch, i’m riding, heading to my mansion

[verse 3: trdee]
brodie took a perc’ and washed it down with some wockiesha
you ain’t gotta tell me you ain’t broke ’cause i’m not еither
i can’t f+ck with you ’cause you with them, thеy some c+ck eaters
got her [?] broke her back in a wifebeater

[verse 4: stanwill]
poles, hoes, and blue strips, the whip like erotic city
needa take the chop up to pink, this b+tch got some titties
bro equipped the mask, robbing sh+t like it’s gotham city
seven hunnid horses, stabbed the gas, i might pop a wheelie

[verse 5: babytron]
tucked away, hidden in the hills, the crib solar powered
i can’t tell you ’bout yo b+tch p+ssy, i get oral out her
so much off+white around this b+tch, think i be snorting powder
walking out the club, i made it storm, you can’t afford to shower
[verse 6: trdee]
all i have to do is show some money, took the morals out her
i cannot believe you cuffed this b+tch, she got a whoring problem
why the f+ck you even hit the club? you can’t afford a bottle
i don’t think they really getting money, i ain’t heard about ’em

[verse 7: stanwill]
couple b+tches swish but best believe i’m finna score without ’em
neiman marcus bags, n+gga, huh, hold on, huh
neiman marcus bags full as f+ck, we jugged the store up out ’em
pull up tryna wrestle? .223 knock the orton out him

[verse 8: babytron]
late night, off a three of red, i was snoring counting
if i would’ve had another line, i would’ve poured a thousand
european sneakers, german coupe with a foreign model
summertime hotter than a f+ck, fill the torch with hollows

[verse 9: trdee]
i don’t squash sh+t, i forever need my l!ck back
yeah, i heard yo song, hate to say i heard some big cap
heard yo mans broke, y’all a team, you ‘posed to fix that
thought this was yo b+tch, i’m her mouth just like a tic tac

[verse 10: stanwill]
drac’ tucked, ye did the sneaks, i’m playing both sides
max payne, if i catch him out, i’m spraying both .9’s
fire to his head, bet the choppa make him ghost ride
pape’ chasing rude f+ck, i been the same since ’09
[verse 11: babytron]
pretty b+tch with me on the road always snapping selfies
touchdown from kansas city with it, feel like travis kelce
nike tech ninja in the store, every tactic stealthic
need a custom tee for these sneaks, i’m finna grab some wealthy

[verse 12: trdee]
riding with it ’cause i learned it’s better safe than being sorry
only said that in case you ever see me in a party
b+tch asked me do i really love her and i said hardly
visas, all my money in a bank just like i’m jeff hardy

[verse 13: stanwill]
whipped the twenty out, left yo b+tch with the googly eyes
n+ggas know to hide they ho, they see me in the gucci slides
real life rapper, this b+tch tryna get her coochie signed
size twenty+eight mike amiris, where the tooly hide

[outro: stanwill]
ha, dummy
sbdsm, n+gga, real sh+ttyboyz sh+t, dumbass n+gga
yeah, whole lotta lab sh+t
whole lotta gang sh+t, b+tch
on that same sh+t, b+tch
we don’t lane switch, b+tch
yeah

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