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lirik lagu $weet-t - boy & cain

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

[verse]
comin’ back from that road, blues bustin’ out the seems
arp on my lap, ‘wood full of blue dreams
got a lot of lames smacked ’cause their b~tch blew the team
everyday i wake up plottin’ on a new scheme
i’m comin’ back from your town with thirty large in the duffy
i’m headin’ back to my town with thirty point the buffies
my fiend’s huffin’ down the whippets while he’s whippin’ the huffy
big chain full of ice got my nose cold and stuffy
i’ll blow these hoes’ backs out, but i ain’t tryna cuff ’em
$kid dropped twelve on the loubs, he ain’t tryna scuff them
state boys tweak katy, now shе ain’t tryna stuff ’em
put the pedal to thе metal, k!ll the lights, i’m tryna bluff ’em
with my team makin’ plays from the o to the k
it’s a one~day stay, we breakin’ k down to o’s
my phone don’t ever stop ringin’, it’s the plays and the hoes
i got a line on everything, from the yay to the ‘bows
iced~out buffs off the rtx fleece
all~white ones, i just tossed some with nate crease
you ain’t tryna use that gun, he just wanna keep the peace
unky on the east servin’ rocks out the capreese
my chopper speak italian, the dutch cover say capeesh
i got some hounds tell it up, just wait ’til they lose the leash
tryna play around with $weet ’til these hollows hit that lease
if i ain’t in the stu’, i’m probably in the trenches with the treech
with all this sh~t i’ve seen, i should write a f~ckin’ book
got buddy written off, we seen him speakin’ with the hook
if you can’t see the real, you need to take a better look
in all black with pistol on me, got me lookin’ like a crook
i’m in the suite with bando watchin’ k drop a dub
who you think you’re playin’ with? i get you dropped for a dub
i gotta do this boss sh~t, i wouldn’t swap with a scrub
we pourin’ purple sh~t in pops, we don’t stop with the pub
what you stackin’ up for? that’s my daily routine
i’m downtown with $kid and eight eatin’ five~star cuisine
we the coldest on the mic’, but the hottest on the scene
snuck the burners past the bouncers ’cause we look like sam and dean
this b~tch actin’ like a boss, but she’s decked out in sheen
you pop a hundred percs a day, talkin’ ’bout you not a fiend
lookin’ like the boy scouts, but we roll like the marines
this pistol registered, but i’ll still blow it, flee the scene
one thing about $weet, i’m tryna see them millions
me and lucas up in jurors just to link up with the brazilians
one thing about my team, we ain’t movin’ like civilians
lil’ cuddy hold that corner down just like teddy williams
my team bossed up through the struggle and the pain
i get a big rush of joy when my mans drops a chain
the type of time i’m on, i ain’t got no time to explain
my chopper sing like clay, my plug got boy and ‘caine


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