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lirik lagu $weet-t & $kid (rapper) - mister fantastic

[intro]
(good lookin’, cali)
(jaylap)

[verse 1: $kid]
k pendin’ life, but it got two hundred grams of it
just copped the rollie, i might get the bam flooded
your boy told it all, mine’s in the jam thuggin’
my fiend off a gram in the front yard buggin’
i feel like young scooter, i’m ballin’ without a deal
joe mirror’s seafood, it’s three hundred for a meal
we sell boy and girl, i ain’t gotta rob and steal
irene cop every pill and she don’t care if they real
stamp on the brick, so you know it’s official
i’m finna put it back together and stamp my initials
big in my pocket look like i’m packin’ a pistol
i ain’t gotta press no e’s ’cause they really want the crystal
i hit you with a bag, you wouldn’t know what to do
drop it in the pot, sh~t look likе some glue
wait ’til it’s done and pick it up with a scrеw
junkies in my front yard the same time as the dew

[verse 2: $weet~t]
all the bums hate my clique ’cause we get money and spend it
all the bums hate my clique ’cause we get money and stack it
all the bums hate my clique ’cause them stacks doin’ magic
give a stack to dutchmaster, have him hop on your asses
auto seer on the chop’ll make an opp do gymnastics
irene short on pape’, she on the porch goin’ spastic
vacuum seal the brick in three layers of plastic
the way i make the work stretch, they call me mister fantastic
douple cup on me, i ain’t sippin’ no latte
got syrup in the pop and i ain’t talkin’ agave
76 deuce givin’ opps back to yahweh
chop in my lap ’cause i don’t know no karate
we in the major leagues callin’ plays out of bounds
put your mans out of bounds, i just got a play to hounds
make a call, put you down, and if it’s up then it’s stuck
stick you up, strip you down without givin’ one f~ck

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