Almighty Suspect, ShittyBoyz - Dirty Dan lyrics

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Ball hogging for the times they
Ain't throw a pass my bitch cold
You can't fuck with her frozen-ass
Up until the nut
That's how long my emotions last
Stretch doggy bone with the
Chop like aerobics class
Off White on the tee, this ain't Aeropostale
Breathtaking-ass Glock knock the air
Up out you
Fraud philosopher, I feel like Aristotle
Come and get yo bitch, dawg
She loose off a pair of bottles

Boy, you scared of the throttle
I don't press the brakes
Walk around with some heavy thrust
But I'm a featherweight
In LA, Benihibachi, I need extra steak
This lil' bitch a fucking geek
Swear the head was great
Yao Ming off the Runtz, keep a Houston Rocket
I won't use my knuckles, boy
You would get blew like Sonic
Lando blowing Wedding Cake
That shit super toxic
Left the Crocs at the crib
Had the Gucci floppers

Drowning in the pussy
I'ma hit her with the tongue out
I ain't hit yo bitch to be a hunnid
We just hung out
She was playing with some noodles
Now she on the block strung out
They messing in the rain my
Face when the sun out
Don't play games with me
You better treat me like the weird kid
Stan bring the hoes
Told Tron bought car heads
Rappers really something that we call feds
She wanna pull up to the stu'
Bitch wanna do my ad libs

Niggas know how I came
Tatted on me, niggas know that's my gang
I don't say shit, niggas been know my name
Every time I'm on a track
Niggas been knew it's flame
Bitch, now who really want smoke?
Stay with a Glock 'cause I'm really on go
Stay with a bag 'cause I really been broke
Sus Gerb, ShittyBoyz, niggas
Really been GOATs, bitch

Hit him with a pinhead, now he Dirty Dan
I can't teach an opp how to
Fly but the 30 can
Got my palms on every jugg
Like I got thirty hands
Bitch said my jeans blue
How the fuck they Purple pants?

Off White X Heron like a drug addict
Broke-ass lil' boy, throw a plug at him
Get a lesson from the GOAT
I teach punch classes
Dee sending shots, he gon' score
He got clutch badges

Bad bitch on my bitch, I'm a rapper
I can do that
If you don't see me with 'em
Don't be asking where who at
You get in some beef
You tryna find out where the stew at
She in here doing gang if you
Wondering where yo boo at

I'll pull up from half court, how I do that?
I'll pull twenty out the bank
And I blew that
Niggas really mad 'cause I'm up
Y'all knew that
That nigga tripping in this bitch
He get blew back

In my city, boy, 'cause my bitch scamming
I should throw it in the Octagon
How my BINs slamming
Bitch, I'm at the self-scan chip jamming
I'll hit yo crib with a
Tool like I'm Tim Allen
They can't fuck with us
I put that on the gang wearing Shitty merch
Y'all wanna put it on a chain
Need to see a doc in this bitch
I ain't sane
I just pulled up with a Glock in this bitch
Let it bang

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