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lirik lagu tuffboys – competition orange

[verse 1: art mansion]
all of my b-tches like emily
i sling my pop for like ten a piece
i f-ck and leave like i’m hercules
sucka you’re living so under me
why do you think you can come for me
i got some rubies that gucci versace piece
rich and i’m stupid tell your man don’t f-ck with me
you sipping hennessy b-tch you a wannabe
i live your dream and you live in a fantasy
pull up on bimmers the uber don’t come for me
i sell no dope got like 3 to 4 companies
shut up and work for the man
i take your b-tch to j-pan
i took a perc and a xan
i turn your b-tch to a fan
she don’t want to talk to you sucka
stop calling she let me go undo her pants
i don’t want grammys but b-tch i want grands
i want a baddie with t-ts and a tan
i want her cooking up food in the pan
i want her giving me head in the lamb
i want her spreading her legs for the man
f-ck her so hard that she can’t even stand
foreign b-tches that i don’t understand
gotta sore neck but b-tch i don’t want hand
i need a coochie to lick up like d-mn
i made a millie your man made a grand
i’m selling companies he selling grams
i be doing what i do coz i can
only take trips to her house
the biggest dog in the pound
i nut in her face and her couch
i nut right in front of her spouse
i take the cheese like a mouse
f-ck a b-tch in her gown
got a milly in my pouch
yeah i scored me a wh-r-
yeah i scored me a wh-r-
b-tch i scored me a wh-r-

[verse 2: morph]
ren and stimpy on the television
homies know that i been better livin’
icey wrists yea my fingers drippin’
mazda whippin yeah my neck it glisten
homies livin’ rich i been broke
sippin’ sodies yeah i love c-ke
that girly dirty like an artichoke
b-tch i’m scared of water f-ck a bigger boat
act like they know me what simon said
that money be comin go straight to the head
play a few shows then i lounge in my bed
f-ck around with shifty b-tch you is dead
pop off a molly then poppin’ a percocet
f-ck your addiction yeah i’m your nicorette
new additions i’m the a to your alphabet
living in perth but next year i’m in lafayette
enjoy poppin’ off a bean
b-tch i’m only youngin’ yeah i’m still a teen
living the dream d-mn i’m a king
f-ck around with me you’ll end up unseen
pea green money from a machine
make a transfer deposit a hunnid
shifty so mad the neck it be throbbin
tuffboy team 2017 b-tch there’s no stoppin’
b-tch there’s no stoppin’

[verse 3: anh-ll]
you homies be like me? unlikely
climb up that p-ssy i’m hiking
you copying b-tch you be biting
hit on yo b-tch with my nikes
she sayin my steelo exciting
i mix the raf with the gucci
plus the racks look like tunechi
b-tch you a wannabe, wanna be me
b-tch i’m the sh-t you is toiletry
my old b-tch she say she is jealous
my new b-tch be wearin margiela’s
you get me but you cannot get us
all of the sodie with gordon
all of my clothing imported
my new b-tch she say i’m important
where’s my endors-m-nt
tuffboys be my reinforcement
my old b-tches sayin i’m ignorant
met my new b-tch on the internet
f-cking that coochie and b-tch i am into it
b-tch you is new to dis
b-tch i been doin’ dis

[verse 4: shifty man]
2017, do you wanna know my plan?
it’s f-ck on the world and f-ck on my girl and pull out as a rich man
i pull up in a trans am, diamonds flashing like d-mn
got a b-tch so thick that i can’t find my d-ck gotta guess when i’m trying to slam
then i shoot and i land on her booty, spend fifty racks on a shoe
had to suite a shade of blue because i rock blueberry suede suits
oh you still rock that supra? well you know that i had to out do ya
you say your fit is fire but that must mean my fit bazooka
who said that?
they say shifty man falling off that’s a lie, who spread that?
you read that? right in the media?
well they better check their facts because my racks disagree with ya
ooh, they tall, d-mn they so tall
and i bet that my b-tch ain’t been hit like this before
she go “ooh, ooh, ooh! tell me baby what’s your crew?”
i tell her “boogie nights and tuffboys what it do?”

[verse 5: jim kribb]
all these prissy little b-tches wanna question how i act
talk smack, say i’m whack, ‘cos i never ever hit that
pull your panties down, stick your face in the trunk
aye, shut the f-ck up, while i cover you in c-m
now i’m feeling better and there’s c-m all on your sweater
it’s dripping on your -ss and making your p-ssy wetter
pull up my pants so i can snapshot the crime
send it to your dad show him his princess is a dyk-
turn that frown right upside down
you’re getting off in my bed, i’m getting off in town
all the girls get wet when they see the gang around
think the b-tch has a boyfriend well she doesn’t have one now

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