lirik lagu $weet-t - copper age
[intro]
(good lookin’, cali)
(jaylap)
[verse]
your shorty tongue crazy, i’m grippin’ on the pillow, i love the way she slob it
shoot you through a pillow and cut your tongue off, do it like a mob hit
miss me with the gossip, you better stop it if it ain’t ’bout profit
go [?] campbell on the bird, watch me pop and lock it
your bm goin’ ham on the blade, that sh~t out of pocket
hustlers gotta hustle, though, so really, i can’t even knock it
flyin’ sp~cecrafts on the seven with the fine sh~t in the c~ckpit
never trick out hoes, if i talk to her, then she finna hawk it
my molly play look like polly pocket, i’m in your hood, i’m strapped with rockets
i got a stash, i love to stock it, i’ll stick you up and count the profit
big old bags, they comin’ ovеr, big old booties, they comin’ through
it ain’t nothin’ to me, but it’s somеthin’ to you, you owe a one, we turn one to two
turn one to two and then double up, i’ma grab the torch and go run with it
dutch’ll up the torch and torture your whole block just havin’ fun with it
don’t play with $weet, i’ll do the most, i heard you known to do the least
i play to win, i play for keeps, we grindin’, stackin’ piece by piece
your girl sayin’ that the chain chainin’ and the buffies buffin’
motherf~ckers see their man with $weet and start that huffin’ puffin’
better take it down the street, just know i ain’t f~ckin’ bluffin’
we got pape’ to throw away, and dutch’ll rough you up for nothin’
dutch’ll clip you off for crumbs today so i can say he did it
dutch’ll spin your block a hundred times so i can say he slid it
you ran off a hundred times, all my people fed people
$weet~t smoke the latest strains, dutch be smokin’ dead people
swear that that’s your angel, but the way she give me head evil
goin’ medieval, in the trap i got her spread equal
irene movin’ up around the trap, she switched to clean needles
yeah, they call me $weet~t, but i be with some mean people
tryna slide on $weet, dog, god forbid it, this glock right here hold double digits
this arp built like a midget, we smokin’ ‘za, this sh~t exquisite
i’m on the mic like every day, dutch blow sh~t up like michael bay
one call, i’ll find out where you stay, two calls’ll get you wiped away
we got money comin’ in, so we ain’t got no time to play
you playin’ with yourself, i’m callin’ plays, i’m runnin’ to this pape’
we make them operations operate, they beggin’ $weet to drop a tape
the opps was talkin’ tough, dutch sent their block back to the copper age
the opps was talkin’ tough, dutch sent their block back to the copper age
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