Big 3 - ShittyBoyz: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Big 3

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Big 3 foi lançado em 18 de fevereiro de 2022 por The Hip Hop Lab Records / ShittyBoyz / EMPIRE como parte do álbum Trifecta

Detalhes da canção

Data de lançamento18 de fevereiro de 2022

EditoraThe Hip Hop Lab Records / ShittyBoyz / EMPIRE

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Energia

BPM101

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Letra

Hot and spicy chicken ramen noodles, you don't know the

Bitch (808JACKBOYZ), shit

SBDSM, SBDSM

Hot and spicy chicken ramen noodles, you don't know the struggle

Thinking that he tough in that Moncler? Gon' blow his bubble

Throw a 7.62 at him, I ain't throwing knuckles

Touchdown with the bag, boy, you ain't supposed to fumble

Knowing damn well that's yo' bitch, I'ma like her pics

I ain't fighting shit, .223s, they'll ice yo' clique

Shoot a cannon at his face, I ain't making licenses

Rule breaker, fuck the law, bitch, I ain't abiding shit

Peter Chan on the chop'll make 'em Double Dutch

Strapped like a dyke, it been a minute since we knuckled up

Cut into this bitch like, "Girl, them **** cannot fuck with us"

Did her like I'm Martin "Sorry, baby, I don't cuddle much"

Boy, we just taking off, this yo' last hurrah

Akhi and habibi slide together, send yo' ass to God

I mean Allah, back then rock smashed the Dawn

It ain't the big three if ain't Dee, Stan, and Tron

Saying she ain't throwing neck? I sent the red flag emoji

Main bitch a demon, put a Palm Angel jacket on me

Feel like ain't nobody got my back, I been stacking lonely

You know I ain't stepping out the crib 'less the blaster on me

I'm a star, the Big Dipper ain't got shit on Dee

Have him slide down and tell him jump into that bitch on E

It could be the summer, Stan still 'round with the heat

Hit a **** bitch and left a lil' mess on his sheets

Took the badges off the Hellkitty, but it still zoomed

Team undefeated, we don't even hit the film room

If you ain't SBDSM, bitch, I don't feel you

Shooter fucked up sliding, he off seven pills, blew

Rolling like the Autobots, this a drophead

If it's up, it ain't coming until you drop dead

This a motherfucking stack I cannot spread

At the BNB iced up, making thots sled

Off a couple shots, but I'm still good to send a couple

Balling like I'm Steph, tell them boys they gotta send a double

ShittyBoyz what? Boy, yo' lame-ass almost made me chuckle

Set the play and 7.62s flying through yo' huddle

Wockiana turned my cream soda into Hennessy

Pull up from wherever, I got demigod tendencies

Unky fucking up the rope from West V to Tennessee

Hunnid dollar eighthy, heard you smoking shit that's ten a G

7.62s in a bop, I don't tussle, dummy

Bitch, I wake up thinking 'bout a bag, I'm a hustle junkie

BabyTron done dropped the buffs on 'em, he a muscle junkie

GMC Suburban, but I'm riding through the slums with unky

Yellow bone like Rubi Rose, never save this pretty face

Never cared for Tony Hawk, but steady grinding like I skate

They'll see you getting to it and try to stop you like a brake

Why the fuck you saving hos? You need to go and burn yo' cape

Never cared for Tony Hawk, but steady grinding like I skate

Why the fuck you saving hos? You need to go and burn yo' cape

Written by: James Johnson

Rodapé Shazam

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