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lirik lagu $weet-t & $kid (rapper) - in the spot

[intro]
(jaylap)

[verse 1: $kid]
at the lab with $weet, i got loubs on my feet
hit the spot with nate, steak and lobster on the plates
servin’ rocks to kate, i threw some extra for the weight
she said the dope’s an eight, i’m finna take it out of state
smokin’ some super~extra funky in ohio with my junkies
diamonds lookin’ chunky, in the spot, me and unky
gotta move smart, i ain’t tryna have no bunkies
i make kamal spend the money, you in the mall lookin’ bummy

[verse 2: $weet~t]
f~ck with $weet and $kid, you ain’t leavin’ in one piece
i don’t leave the crib without my fun piecе
i don’t work alone, i just lather up with gun piecе
drac’ and ar~10s ’bout as tall as kris humphries
i’ll have dutch knock you off, humpty dumpty
while i’m chillin’ at the crib, eatin’ steak, livin’ comfy
trippin’ on the beat, y’all boys been a lil’ clumsy
start trippin’ on $weet, i’ll turn you to a mummy

[verse 3: $kid]
if my mans ran it up and copped the mother of pearl
i been in the whip all day slappin’ zips of the girl
i been shootin’ trips all month, tryna live like uncle phil
sh~t ain’t never been the same since i sold my uncle pills
benihana lunch, i don’t even look at the bill
motel ain’t got no power way out in the hills
jack slappin’ all day, servin’ powder to jill
my opps at mcdonalds slappin’ burgers on the grill
[verse 4: $weet~t]
every club we hit, it’s big money in the section
in the apparatus room, me and brunch with connections
you think two guns is wild? you should see my collection
chrome slide on the glock, i could see my reflection
7.62 hit his clique like a group pic
dutch don’t rap, but his chopper make music
in the room lookin’ like i went to u of m for pharmaceutics
if my fiend don’t get this blue soon, he’s gonna lose it

[verse 5: $kid]
the drove mirror spillin’ zip sauce on my amiris
gettin’ zips off, i got more water than lake erie
million~dollar phone and this b~tch ain’t got siri
in the spot with mixed man talkin’ ’bout string theory

[verse 6: $weet~t]
in the spot with mixed man, talkin’ ’bout his dmt trips
my kis from the keys, we takin’ pcb trips
kel~tec tucked, i’m blowed on pcc clips
say you’re trippin’ like $weet, you must be bein’ facetious

[verse 7: $kid]
never back a bag, we touch down and spend paper
ridin’ with the clippers, dutch’ll book you for a taper
took your b~tch out, she talkin’ ’bout capers
i’m at the renaissance building tippin’ hundreds to the waiter
split every circle in two halves like the equator
rock so big, we can fill up a crater
so much work, we could move it on a freighter
on the phone with the plug usin’ google translator
[verse 8: $weet~t]
got a play with my worker, he just pulled up in the ‘lex
turned some yay to sharp pain and she did every speck
i’m tryna hit the road with gang and make enormous checks
big chop bark like a tyrannosaurus rex
turn this 308, will leave a huge hole
makin’ new roles, i ain’t tryna find a new role
eighteen~hour drive, wear on my right shoe sole
couldn’t do the 9 to 5, i had to find a loophole

[verse 9: $kid & $weet~t]
in the e~lade on forgis and ecourse with the 40
brick of dope on me same size as a corgi
on the seventy~first story in marlin and dory
unc’ chattin’ up the plug relivin’ his glory

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