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lirik lagu roc marciano - sweet nothings

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[verse 1]
whip the cl-t ’til the weapon cl!ck
chef up a brick and hit the strip with the best sh-t
8 hour shifts, out of town power trips
politics, n-ggas throwin’ hollow tips
i’m from the bottom b-tch
keep a shotty like a bottom b-tch
i’m all about a dollar might find me out with my collar flipped
kiss the money like a sweet lover
tan seats in the beamer, peanut b-tter
the team’s gutter, my skin got the green color
queen between the covers, weed and henny, never tea and crumpets
in the ear of a sl-t i whisper sweet nothings
sip white russians, control b-tches like puppets
mink scarf, jamaican kangol
do the tango on the yayo like puff and j. lo(take that,take that)
range rov’ not the laredo
i’m back b-tch long 38 with the potato
play it low, tiptoe with the bro like apocalypto
but all that poppin’ at the lip don’t make your d-ck grow
keep it humble, flip the dope by the bundle
blow the smoke outta the sunroof, it’s real
gator’s tailored, get off my d-ck
dog said to the tick, but i ain’t even trip
n-ggers bet they ain’t even leave a tip but it’s a diff
so i never once felt to need to mention it
i don’t even mention it my n-gga

[hook]
it’s nothing, sweet nothings
it’s nothing, sweet nothings
it’s nothing, sweet nothings
ham stad, it’s nothing, sweet nothings
hundred block

[verse 2]
i earned my status at the base
bagging base it’s just a matter of taste
my roots in the ghetto was chained i escaped
got a couple wounds howled at the moon
pulled the 211 hopped up in the seven
n-ggas got it twisted this is chess just not checkers
visions of wealth through the eyes of prophets
all my hoes stay in pocket, redbone to chocolate
drop the money on the counter tops
i’m thinking out the box
i sound like the kawasakis
with the fox 10 power squats
pull the dreadlocks
you pull the sour out the medicine crop
connect the dots, but leopards have spots
i rest with the heckler and koch’s stirred the pots
purple tops cops circle the blocks
black weapons but not the ones bird rock
still with the jux money off the books purrp shots
murder plots word to my pops n-gga

[hook 2]
it’s nothing, sweet nothings
it’s nothing, sweet nothings
it’s nothing, sweet nothings


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