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letra de sweeper szn - kenny capone

[intro]
like, bow
like, grah, like
(get to the money)
like, f-ck you talkin’ about?
why n-ggas playin’ with me?
grah, bow, bow, n-ggas is on, like
f-ck the opps

[verse 1]
we gon’ ball like the 8 on the hunt for a b
hop out, creep, who do we see?
walk down gang but you spin in a d
hit the gas when it’s e, on the f with the g, like
we spin four deep with this .40
n-ggas saw me
i told glockeisha she be actin’ naughty
made that lil’ n-gga pay for that talkin’
so we hawked him
how you livin’?
kc on the hunt, i’mma get ’em, like
up and cl!ck him
think it miss him
chopper bite him, like some dentures
got a mac with the stick
hop in and blast in the back of the shh
then gеt low from the d’s, ain’t no crashin’ the whip
if i up and it jam, he gеt smacked with the fifth, like
n-ggas kids, n-ggas not worthy to diss, like
split his wig, n-ggas see me and they know what it is, like
n-ggas be duckin’ defeat, know i’mma tweak on the beat, in the stu i’m a beast
posted with woody, he [?] f-ckin’ a thot, then she back to the streets
man, this street sh-t is not for the weak
n-ggas dont even got weapons, but you coppin’ a plea
the trollin’ is not what it seems
i walk through the opps like your mans, i’mma rock him to sleep
[interlude]
n-ggas not
gpg, like
sweepers
i said, like

[verse 2]
baby welcome to the sweep event
best believe all the members got heaters in
add the grabba to gumbo like seasonin’
if a n-gga act tough for no reasonin’, get to cleanin’ it
get some money
pour a four of the act’, feelin’ clumsy, like
it get ugly
b-tch, i’m up in the spot with the bloodies
money getters and hitters i hang with
b-tch, i’m big on 5-50 but i keep it with me
the trends and the jets know i’m sanctioned
free the urbans, they know that i’m sanctioned
f-ck the fake sh-t
get your face it, lay him down in the ground like a bas-m-nt
on two-third with just one, i won’t ace this
this a open lay-up, i’mma make this, like
n-ggas not smokin’ on pop
if you up and don’t use it, then you gettin’ shot
on that block, it was just me and naz
boy hit the corner, n-gga almost died
n-ggas not smokin’ on pop
if you up and don’t use it, then you gettin’ shot
on that block, it was just me and naz
boy hit the corner, n-gga almost died

- kenny capone

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