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lirik lagu $weet-t & $kid (rapper) - squat diddly

[intro]
(ooh, sh~t, what the f~ck, daniel?)
(thank you, timmy boy)

[verse 1: $kid]
dutch be k!llin’ people, and he still at large
a thousand blue pills and i’m ridin’ with marge
if we get fl!cked in this b~tch, she takin’ the charge
i’m at the college campus trappin’ rocks and shards
i’m somewhere in a small town gettin’ it in
me and your girl’s only problem is fittin’ it in
my youngin on standby just waitin’ the spins (dizzy)
my dog done copped the jesus piece off his life of sin

[verse 2: $weet~t]
my fiend blessed the pack while she curses her vices
the way my phonе’s blowin’ up, you’d think i’m targeted by isis
i’ma cut darell off, hе keep b~tchin’ ’bout the prices
i got twenty fake ids, that’s an identity crisis
baby playing games with $weet ’til they see what the prize is
dutchmaster and my youngin at your crib in disguises
i’m an open book, this chopper full of surprises
mirror tint on the cartis, you can’t see where my eyes is

[verse 3: $kid]
i got some pies in the whip like i’m on t milly
i got dutch ridin’ with me, you ain’t takin’ squat diddly
they say crack is wack, irene smokin’ like a chimney
twelve hundred for the zip, the same price as a stimmy
all this jewelry on me cost more than your car
they say, “$kid my favorite rapper ’cause he really pushin’ hard”
hundred stacks on a lawyer, i ain’t tryna walk the yard
my dog ain’t tryna bail out the county ’cause he crackin’ the garb
[verse 4: $weet~t]
pull up freaky fast like i’m workin’ at jimmys
irene seen the work and said, “give me, give me, give me”
my demons don’t care, they’ll spin ’til they’re dizzy
dutch’ll cut your head off and freeze it like disney
i like my ticket low and my stash spot stacked
darell ridin’ two donuts and his windshield cracked
danny eatin’ donuts, kevin doin’ some smack
start some sh~t around here and you ain’t leavin’ in tact

[verse 5: $kid]
my mans’ doin’ some years, he got caught with the boy
your mans doin’ some years, he touched a lil’ boy
mini draco on me, this b~tch is not a toy
becky pay a hundred a gram ’cause she live out in troy

[verse 6: $weet~t]
fishscale on the product, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout koi
when the pack touch down, i get overjoyed
my play paranoid name greetin’ mixin’ powder and roys
dutch tryna up his hats, he said he wanna get deployed (what the f~ck?)

[outro]
(ooh, sh~t, what the f~ck, daniel?)
(thank you, timmy boy)

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