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shittyboyz - telephone man lyrics

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[intro: babytron]
sh+ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
i’m the telephone man, new edition
i’m tryna stack 11 pro’s up through the ceiling
game over doggy bone, you done blew the mission
juggin’ in my black goose, i’m a super villain

[verse 2: stanwill]
we don’t fight over here, better cool the scr+ppin’
chopstick flip his ass like a krabby patty
two pack+a+punch straps, mustang and sally
know i keep dog sh+t on me, i don’t hang with [?]

[verse 3: trdee]
bags underneath my eyes, still grind if i’m sleepy
still countin’ up this chicken, i done got my hands greasy
i done bought 2 iphone 11’s with that deal, i’m so needy
you want this and this and that, b+tch you greedy

[verse 4: babytron]
i can teach you the ways, master yoda
was in church fightin’ demons, i’m a [?]
[?] where’s my scammer bonus?
when there’s war outside i hope you fast reloadin’

[verse 5: stanwill]
first day [?] was more geeked than a comic con
[?] cosmic bond
think boy lost that b+tch, he should find his mind
he gon’ slide right in the grave tryna slide on mine

[verse 6: trdee]
tell her ass congratulations like i’m post malone
that some real rich n+gga d+ck you suckin’ on
don’t die for that little block you posted on
i wouldn’t brag about that little freak you f+ckin’ on

[verse 7: babytron]
sent him up top, he gon’ meet god
doing work in best buy like the geek squad
made an arm off the jacks, sleeve jobs
i’ma have her suck suck ’til her knees throb

[verse 8: stanwill]
gettin’ jiggy in this nike tech
got a roll on me now, that’s a nike check
opps said it’s on sight, he ain’t fight me yet
referee type sh+t, you gon’ fight the tec

[verse 9: trdee]
put my trust in these hoes? i’d rather drink bleach
n+ggas all talk, they love givin’ speech
in that one movie, sent the airplane [?]
[?] they can’t reach

[verse 10: babytron]
used to little bills now i’m big time
i can teach about that,woo, bill nye
seen that sh+t coming, marty mcfly
finna k!ll the self+scan while i k!ll time

[verse 11: stanwill]
getting head from yo b+tch while you textin’ her
smackdown, punch work, i’m a wrestler
tripe x drip, i don’t walk regular
jack man, powered up off the cellular

[verse 12: trdee]
so you gon’ k!ll me? you a character
if my bin was a b+tch i’d marry her
but she not so i jug ’til i can’t no more
in that one bag, don’t ask where the samples go

[verse 13: babytron]
if i see 12 then i’m actin’ stupid
nah for real, i’m actin’ clueless
just made a larry bird down in massachusetts
bro in the kitchen playin’ with labradoodles

[verse 14: stanwill]
yo b+tch like the wordplay
big chop threw him back like a thursday
3 for 3, made 3 on my third play
i rock the world with this piece, this a earthquake

[verse 15: trdee]
hmm, i wonder if she got boa
boy think he tough cause he listenin’ to nba
keep 4.0, yes i got a good gpa
woke up like this, boy that thrust in my dna

[verse 16: babytron]
you only touch sh+t when you hit the [?]
put him in a suit like mr. mosby
ot first class, now i’m gettin’ cozy
think she a mermaid, p+ssy drippin’ on me

[verse 17: stanwill]
got a plug in j+pan, he from nagasaki
too cold with the punches, i am not kakashi
69 slides on me, i am not tekashi
duck, duck in my goose from the paparazzi

[verse 18: trdee]
baby come ride my d+ck like a kawasaki
man i got sauce on me, this ain’t teriyaki
feel like a cheerleader, i’ma catch a body
sh+ttyboyz gettin’ rich? yeah more than likely

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