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Shittyboyz - Wwe Lyrics

WWE Lyrics[Intro: StanWill]
(Chavo, throw a number)
I ain't gon' lie though, every Glock is like I'm
Yeah, bitch
Yeah
Yeah (Chavo, throw a number)
(That shit bust)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Ladder hanging out of every Glock, it's like I'm Mexican
Better not pull up thinking that you Chavo, we ain't wrestling
Closet full of geese, might pop out flyer than a pelican
Gucci on my torso, bitches say the fabric delicate
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Work jumping, finna turn around like a 619
Life crazy, boy, you better not lack, you only get one time
Wockiana , dos or better, no, I can't sip one line
Mike Amiris full of pesos, yeah, bitch, the ripped up kind

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Stan always got a hammеr, he like Triple H
Pillow talking just to fuck is a bitch nigga trait
It's еnough room to come and eat, ain't no need to hate
Head that I woke up to this morning had me running late

[Verse 4: StanWill]
V12, if I punch the gas, bet the whip go zoom
This ain't Smackdown, you knuckle up? We make sticks go boom
Threw a ten ball to my bitch, told her, "Fix yo move"
Buffies on, blowing Glocky, brodie shoot, the stick so cool

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Draky put him in a bowtie like he Rick Rude
Getting active, nineteen hunnid dollar pair of gym shoes
If I lived the life you live, I'd be pissed too
Splash God, see the water drop when I drip through

[Verse 6: TrDee]
Freak bitch was trying to 69, I had to piledrive her
We'd get to sliding like a ball tire
Fucked up Neiman's, dragging bags at the mall tired
Dog Shit Militia touched more chicken than an air fryer
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I be scamming, unky seen more white than a Cracker Barrel
Fuck a Chevy, this a Kitty-Cat zooming past Camaros
Unky play with 'bows, fuck around, threw his ass an arrow
Spanish mamacita tryna fuck 'cause I flashed dinero

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Masked up like Mick Foley
Fully automatic blicky and I got some shit on me
Got a carriage underneath the hood, they tried to get on me
Try to wrestle? Boy, I'm like the Sandman, this stick on me
Better not try to pick on me

[Verse 9: TrDee]
Hit him with the ladder, John Morrison
Bitch, don't even mention that lame nigga, I make more than him
It's like they got something to prove when I'm recording them
In Miami tripping just like Stan, bitch, I'm with Dorien

[Verse 10: StanWill]
Niggas better Donald Duck, the AR got a Mickey in it
I don't give a fuck about that store if ain't no giffies in it
Buffies got the rosy diamonds, pendant got the pissy glisten
Funny how y'all baby blew while I'm counting Nipsey chicken

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
If it ain't no pape', Booker T, hit the spinaroonie
At the gallery in Houston, I just spent a slip in Gucci
Every fit twenty-five hunnid, shit, I'm getting bougie
Dog Shit Militia, high as hell in here twisting dookies
[Verse 12: TrDee]
Me and gang got the sample shit in a nelson hold
Heard yo team let you go 'cause you broke the code
Had to bring reinforcements, caught a heavy load
You think you macho, Randy Savage, but I bet you fold

[Outro: StanWill, BabyTron, & TrDee]
Shit, fuck, damn (Chavo, throw a number)
I ain't even got to say too much
Bitch (Chavo, throw a number)
Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song
(Chavo, throw a number)
(Chavo, throw a number)
Better not pull up thinking that you Chavo, we ain't wrestling
Work jumping, finna turn around like a 619
Stan always got a hammer, he like Triple H
This ain't Smackdown, you knuckle up? We make sticks go boom
If it ain't no pape', Booker T, hit the spinaroonie