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shittyboyz - por favor lyrics

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[verse: babytron & stanwill]
wouldn’t trip on a b+tch if i was ot
he ain’t make it to the e.r., let them o.v
all this off+white on, i might o.d
i done threw the white lows on, i got cold feet
forty thousand on me, finna get a 4 for 4
spanish clerk and she cold, hit her with the por favor
had the glock up in school, you could catch me horsing dorks
.223’s got the holy ghost, we send them towards the lord
the opps, they never win, they the clippers now
i just scammed a dumb white boy, i’m a n+gga now?
they got him gassed up, boy think he hitler now
i just want the neck, old b+tch think i miss her now
i was out in cali tripping, f+ck around, got sunburn
cut into the lil’ b+tch, likе how the f+ck that tongue work?
beforе i pay for the sh+t, i gotta try a punch first
granny smacked the sh+t out me, i spent 13 on one shirt
run it up in tennessee, i think i pulled a groin or something
you ain’t sucking d+ck or b+lls, better [?]
i could probably win a split decision how i score with punches
if you see me, i’m with babytron, [?]
if i see an opp with the chop, i’ma boink his sh+t
if he think he got the plug or something, i’ma yoink his sh+t
at this point, i walk up into saks and i point at sh+t
spike walkers with the glitter on some flamboyant sh+t
i think the opps practice h0m+s+xuality
’cause they be d+ck sucking, i’on know why them n+ggas mad at me
at the set f+cking up the cheese, i’m a cavity
b+tch, i’m up+up, i do not believe in gravity
b+tch called me white boy, had to f+ck her with some rythym
why my white ass granny always f+cking up some chicken
new fridge dispense wock, got me slumped up in the kitchen
going 80 in the hawk, man my stomach got to flipping
trackhawks, track tools, balenciaga track shoes
b+tch little ass fat, i like ’em with the tattoos
i done made her cat ooze when i made the cat zoom
unkie out there playing with them bricks like how shaq do
tryna be kung fu panda, there’s the bamboo
this motherf+cker f+cks up houses, ask his last move
you better not play your last song, you’d get your ass booed
been a mu’f+ckin skywalker, you can ask luke
i can kick his ass with it ’cause the chop got a leg on it
b+tch, when i whip this mu’f+cker out, put your head on it
funny how we caught him in his charger, left him dead on it
bro really cut with that glock, he done bled on it
you thinking ’bout that lil’ b+tch, she thinking ’bout me
b+tch, i’m thinking ’bout the money, that’s the thing about me
you could be a hungry howie, still wouldn’t think about cheese
why the f+ck all summer i was thinking ’bout sleeves?
mama said get a job, i was thinking ’bout st++ze
kinda wanna get a porsche, i be thinking ’bout speed
it’s a b+tton in this f+cker, i ain’t thinking ’bout keys
in that rusty ass honda, boy thinking that he dee
mask on, not ’cause corona, this b+tch breath stink
if the flash hit, he gon’ have to get an x+ray
cool kid stuntin on ’em, throw me in the x+games
[?] chop, do a move and watch his neck break
feel like elvis with the loub’s on, i’m a flashy f+ck
smack for some jacks, then i go and pick the package up
he got hit up top with the chop, should’ve daffy ducked
sick this two man plan like we ain’t actually up

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