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sweet t – otis كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(ooh sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
(d_mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: $kid]
ham wanna front to the first, it’s only the eleventh
irene ran off on [?], dutch chased her down to [?]
i’m on the east with a weapon, tryna send a opp to heaven
haven’t hit the stu’ in some months, i been serving smack to kevin
my old classmate want a eighthy, i don’t know what to tell him
my fiends can’t do nothing till that needle impales ’em
daryl copped a hunnid blue pills and he ain’t finna sell ’em
just sold a hunnid reggie ‘bows and i ain’t have to mail ’em

[verse 2: sweet t]
i’ll turn your girl to b_rabbit, i got her choking
if i said i’ll drop you on the track, i was not joking
standard mag’ in the bl!ck but this b_tch is still poking
think you’re sliding down on sweet? boy, what the f_ck you smoking?
if you feel froggy thеn leap but it’s a guarantee you’re croaking
shot the glock so much i worе off the coating
my opps tell themselves i’m not about it, they’re coping
f_ck sending shots in your crib, boy, that b_tch is exploding

[verse 3: $kid]
hit a b_tch in lp, i told her i’m sweet t
i was fifteen wearing lv, selling brown weed
i’m at the dixie stampede selling stamped p’s
you got your cdl, i sell crack, dog, and lean
chilling with unc’, he put on guns n’ roses
jackie just hot railed a line in the back of the focus
picked up danny, he smoked a black in the lotus
when dutch don’t answer i look him up on otis
[verse 4: sweet t]
you’re a lifetime from the top, i just climbed a little hill
every time the narcs ride by i get a little thrilled
i’ll have my shooter tear your block up off a little pill
i was upping big bands while you were watching little bill
you could blame the game but i think the issue is your sk!ll
smoking on some sh_t that reeks, the smell alone could probably k!ll
you won’t catch me looking meek, i’m tryna up a mill’
no h0m_ but i’ll up this glizzy and you’re grilled

[verse 5: $kid]
i’m geeking off the molly and my fiend nodding off
bro talking hard as rocks, he probably cotton soft
saw him dissing on the ‘gram, i had dirty log him off
at the ap motor lodge, they need 30s and some soft
i’m up at the soup kitchen asking if they smoke it or shoot it
just ran in an opp’s crib and let dutch master loot it
keep that money in your pocket, i wouldn’t want you to lose it
i sell work in the k but make michigan music

[verse 6: sweet t]
big old bl!cky on me, this b_tch [?] being fringe
tried to pop the trunk on sweet? i’ll blow the lid off the hinge
showed my music to the people, they’re going on a binge
showed your music to the people, they’ll be like, “this is cringe”
sbr with the brace, this b_tch is not compliant
7.62 in the mag’, i could knock down a giant
i’ll shoot it anywhere, you could call “mister bryant”
can’t bring dutch on sales, he be scaring off the clients
[verse 7: $kid]
pass dutch the glock, i don’t know what i was thinking
put a opp in the ‘wood and left whole block stinking
i’ll pull up on a b_tch and make her kay flock shaking
i’ll pull up to your house and leave the whole b_tch vacant

[verse 8: sweet t]
i could pass dutch the 22, he’ll see the opps and get to plinking
a b_tch could call me “abraham” ’cause we are not linking
if you like what i got, you’re gonna have to take it
but i’ll pull up next day and strip you b_tt naked

[verse 9: $kid & sweet t]
i don’t gotta flash the strap, they know i stay with it
i don’t pass dutch the gun just to play with it
i don’t gotta from mine ’cause i lay with it
let me see the wrong signs, i’m dropping pray with it

- sweet t

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