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"Sweet Nothings"

Weep the click to the weapon click
Ship up a brick and hit the script the best shit
8 hour shifts, out of town power trips
Politics, nigga stole the hollow tips
On from the bottom bitch
Keep a shawty like I brought 'em bitch
I'm all about a dollar might find me out with my collar flipped
Kiss the money like a sweet lover
10 seats in the beamer, peanut butter
The teens gutter my skin got the green color in between the covers
We the henny in between crumpets
In the air but slut I whisper sweet nothings
Sit right verse control bitches like puppets
Mixes scarf jamaican cango
Do the tango on the ayo like puffy J Lo
Range rov' not the loreto
I'm back bitch long 38 with the potato
Play a lil tic toe with the bro like a pack of lipto
Put all that papa make the lipto make your dick grow
Keep you humble flip the dough by the bonto
Blow the smoke out the sundown if it's real
Gator's tail, get off my -,
Dog set to the tip but I ain't even trip
Niggas bet they ain't even leave a tip but it's a diff
So I never once felt to need to mention it
I don't even mention it my nigga
It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings
Ham stad, It's nothing, sweet nothings
Hundred block

I earned my status at the base
Bagging bass it's just a matter of taste
My roots in the ghetto was chained I escaped
Got a couple wounds howled at the moon
Pulled the 2 11 hopped up in the seven
Niggas got it twisted this is just not checkless
Visions of wealth through the eyes of prophets
Or my home stay pocket red bone of chocolate
Drop the money on the count of top
I'm thinking out the box
I sound like the cow fox
With the fox 10 power squats
Pull the dreadlocks
You pull the sour up medicine crop
Connect the dots, but leopards have spots
I rest with the heckle and cocks sturd the pots
Purple tops cops circle the blocks
Black weapons but not the ones bird rock
Still with the jocks money off the books purp shots
Murder plots word to my pops nigga
It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings

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