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$weet-t & $kid (rapper) - dope & racketeering كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(f_ck with ’em, bill)

[verse 1: $kid]
told your b_tch to come over if she got a bubble b_tt
state troopers pulled me over, i got bubble guts
two ropes on me like i’m playin’ double dutch
askin’ what they hit me for, i tell ’em nothin’ much
if they ask what dutch do, murder for hire
he’ll pull up to your house with a torch and some pliers
that lil’ check you make, work in a meijers
be the same sh_t i forget about in the washer and dryer

[verse 2: $weet_t]
wholesale with the work, we makin’ deals on thе yacht
chiropractor for my pocket just to work out the knots
unc’ made your wholе tuition off of work in the pot
the same sh_t you made at work just get one on the slots
i hate to be our opps, really ain’t even fair
dutch smoke a pack a day and i ain’t talkin’ squares
ridin’ ‘cross the state lines with a hundred of them squares
if the boys stop this whip, then i’m gettin’ the chair

[verse 3: $kid]
when i give dutch the word, you’re already good as gone
my jewelry on my neck your jewelry at the p_wn
irene doin’ the dishes, darell mowin’ the lawn
your man in my dms sayin’, “$kid, put me on”
my fiend work at the zoo, he got the monkey on his back
doin’ the speed limit ’cause my junkie in the back
you all on the ‘gram lookin’ bummy with a rag
jackie did the whole ball and had a heart attack
[verse 4: $weet_t]
my fiend down to her last, she had to p_wn her earrings
i don’t even count the cash, more just keeps appearing
every time we hit the function, all the hoes start cheering
on the e_way with your b_tch, she necked me up while i was steering
i used to have opps, but they keep disappearing
i’m in the grow with obama, we bioengineering
you set a shop up on our block, we turned it to a clearing
my greatest fear in life’s a rico charge for dope and racketeering

- weet t kid rapper

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