| So, sweet
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| My hair is unkempt
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| Uncomfortable in my skin like I’m a bear in a tent
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| But the beat bang these sporadic snares, no stencils
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| Gotta add the flair in it, so the stare is relentless
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| Intensive to the senses, utter prayers of the chimps
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| Niggas taking shots at me but don’t care for the shrimps
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| Kahmi’s all gold grills carry karats of ten
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| And watching tossie get a stare cause they airing the Simpsons
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| Bitch niggas steady whisper but the air is elliptic
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| Hear shit talking from the grapevine, better get lost
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| Young swag niggas call him up, get tossed into thick coffins
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| No empty threats with this stiff
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| Often sit ducked off in a trough, while I rid smog
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| And stick to the script, or your chick lick while my dick soft as fuck nigga,
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| I’m bounded by fuck niggas
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| In this all red fit like I’m inducted some Klux niggas (word!)
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| Referring niggas to Brian, he curving pucks
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| And dips be complaining like «why you never feeling me up Chza?»
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| I got a lady and she really is something
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| Plus I’m not the shady nigga that you usually fuck with
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| So, please
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| Just leave my presence
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| Let me levitate my intellect while I’m seizing a crescent
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| Hip-hop heads like (Sweet Jesus he blessed it!)
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| In a white Devillain tee, so the steeze is perfection
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| Eclectic what I be’s with the bees in the birds
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| Definition of success is hella keys of the herb
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| But I’ve already learned a lesson, mega cheese is a curse
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| So I don’t pay any attention and I breathe with the earths, breeze
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| Cease or disperse, that’s the way of the kings
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| And I need to be first
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| Better sway with the cleans
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| Or you lay as deceased, an array of the beast is what I roll with
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| Sweets roll beefier than troll tits |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweets , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп