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lirik lagu $weet-t & $kid (rapper) - dr. scholls

[intro]
(ooh, sh~t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1: $weet~t]
new glock in my hand like i took it to the tailor
$weet so white, you think i live in a trailer
the work so white, we got more kis than the jailer
when 12 rides behind me, i get a little paler
my team big ballin’, callin’ shots like finesse
i’m with unc’ in the ‘vette ridin’ down lafayette
motors screamin’ loud like the engine on the jet
my plug real chill, but he act silly at the set

[verse 2: $kid]
everything i got came from sеrvin’ top side
dutch’ll hit you up top and leave you by thе stop sign
unc’ sold more shirts than calvin klein
i heard your spot slowed up, not mine
drinkin’ purp’ with the plug just like sixty every sip
‘bows in the trunk, we take sixty every trip
i could never go broke, we sell ‘caine by the zip
darell got stains in my gucci just spittin’ his dip

[verse 3: $weet~t]
your b~tch want the whole gang just off our appearance
touch down with the work, it’s zero interference
the weed i’m smokin’ on will f~ck up your coherence
the only thing you f~ckin’ up at the mall is the clearance
[verse 4: $kid]
dutch’ll do you wrong, but to me, he’s a nice guy
got a wood haven play, tell him, “meet me at the five guys”
my ketamine sells look like the try guys
red in the pineapple, ain’t talkin’ ’bout mai tai

[verse 5: $weet~t]
opp got some white buffs, i bet this chop turn ’em tie dye
the [?] show his face on the drills, he’s a shy guy
i’ll send a stack to him and then they’ll send you bye bye
downtown with crown bakers gettin’ high in the high rise
dog wanna be gang ’cause he heard our supplies high
i smoke so much, they should put me on the cover for high times
unc’ talkin’ ’bout the laws, the ones i don’t abide by
i know some crash dummies that’ll go live for a driveby

[verse 6: $kid]
gettin’ glass from my vender, puttin’ chase in the blender
i’m on the nine and dequindre, my fiend on a bender
we sell boy and girl, hit my phone with your gender
in the spot with irine, she my number~one spender
they cop the dope from me ’cause it’s fresh off the brick
boys tryna search the car, i’m too fresh in the sticks
when i walk in the trap, junkies wipin’ off my kicks
servin’ at my show, fans tryna get a fl!ck
[verse 7: $weet~t]
bl!cked up at my show, don’t be runnin’ up for pics
i’m out of town kitted up, they lookin’ at me like a l!ck
i’m in the club makin’ money, i ain’t tryna get no chicks
trick broke honey in the convo room and now she need her fix
i just stocked a lil’ stu, he said, “you ain’t in the mix”
so many guns in the spot, we look like seal team six
don’t come around this way and disrespect the clique
i’ll put twenty rounds all on your chest like some vicks

[verse 8: $kid]
still ain’t get a deal and he copped a hundred times
i ain’t tryna get no deal, i’m on the road doin’ crime
you could drop a thousand rhymes, you ain’t never gettin’ signed
pockets full of all times, i ain’t never in a bind
on i~75 with the whole load on me
ten~hour drive and i got the pole on me
fist fight with my junkie, i thought he stole from me
ashin’ ‘woods in my amiris, burnin’ holes in ’em

[verse 9: $weet~t & $kid]
my opps talkin’ crazy, ’bout to put some holes in ’em
my whole clique’s some demons, god forgot to put souls in ’em
skywalkin’ in my loubs and put dr. scholls in ’em
in the trap sellin’ o’s and thousand~dollar denim

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