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shittyboyz - holy f#ck lyrics

[intro: babytron]
aye, aye
aye, aye, aye
bearonthebeat
aye, aye, sh+ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
i’m the source, lil’ b+tch, i supply the plug
new crib so i punched a designer rug
high as h+ll, yao ming off designer drugs
no cap, more chops than the biker club

[verse 2: trdee]
got a sweet tooth for the scams
watch yo lil’ b+tch, i got a lil’ thing for hitting fans
dukes mad at me, i spent her rent on my pants
i don’t sell, lil’ b+tch, call stan

[verse 3: stanwill]
201 lord, i’m a visa thief
good ssn, that’s easy cheese
singing to the pape like b.b. king
punch like pacquiao, i ain’t seen a ring

[verse 4: babytron]
yo b+tch sitting on my wood, she a bench warmer
easy day, punch god, this my tenth quarter
couldn’t put up thеse stats in like ten quartеrs
fake id, doing fraud, b+tch, i’m ben porter
[verse 5: trdee]
i talk sh+t, pass me some gum
don’t give a f+ck what you did or where yo ass from
she ask was her head good, gave her a thumb
she said, “how? you ain’t even cum”

[verse 6: stanwill]
four sticks in the whip, grievous
it’ll be a cold day in h+ll if i need a b+tch
all this splash on me, i could be a fish
bought a mount for the chop, it got fifa kick

[verse 7: babytron, trdee, & stanwill]
plankton+ass boy riding in that chum bucket
i’m a 201 god, boy, these dubs jumping
boy, you don’t get no p+ssy on a [?]
she got kicked out the whip for what she bumping
who don’t punch? doodoo head
huh, big sh+tter, i’m the doodoo man
gave yo b+tch magic stick, i’m the voodoo man
i’ll up the chop and let it go doo+hoo+blam
high as h+ll in this b+tch, it must be this song
told boy, “i’m by yo side”, even if he wrong
fake asian id, my name “she wong”
b+tch threw me v+g+n+ ’cause i can’t be wrong
they ain’t have the maui steak so i came t+bone
i just hit the strip club and i made it snow
you not sucking d+ck? bet, i’ma go
all this fake love, i don’t know they friends are for
fake love and real hate, i seen it all
you wouldn’t comprehend a visa talk
man, i hope she don’t peep the fraud
if it’s a bag down below then i’m leeping off
she walked away with my card, yeah, i’m sneaking off
said a n+gga down below, think he getting off
whip like a sp+ceship, i’m lifting off
peep the tweety bird with the plug, that’s chicken talk
[verse 8: babytron]
feel like mariota, getting off in tennessee
but i play the fraud, i don’t touch it for [?]
shock his ass with the glock, give him energy
real sauce god, born with the recipe

[verse 9: trdee]
she let me f+ck ’cause i know tron
how y’all n+ggas up? get lock, can’t play bomb
after i nut, we can’t be friends, trey songz
let me see, put him in a suit, james bond

[verse 10: stanwill]
when you slide on the hoes, they laugh at you
turn lillard into kd by the afternoon
what i heard in yo song was caparoo
hopped in the sp+ceship and flew down the avenue

[outro: babytron]
holy f+ck
aye, aye, sh+ttyboyz

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