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letra de cape cod - sweet t

[intro]
(come on, little guppy)

[chorus]
your ass full of caps and your team’s full of broads
i could get your squad clapped with a snap and a nod
i’m the mega middle-man, i’ll plug you in with god
in the trenches, but you would think i’m from cape cod
your ass full of caps and your team’s full of broads
i could get your squad clapped with a snap and a nod
i’m the mega middle-man, i’ll plug you in with god
in the trenches, but you would think i’m from cape cod

[verse]
i’m in this b-tch moonwalkin’ off a deuce of gunk
if we can’t reach a truce, i’m reaching for the trunk
if you think that i’m a punk, allow me to debunk
bald heads in the mag, i’ll turn you to a monk
white with the buffs on, but i don’t know gretch
i keep the stick on me, boy, i don’t gotta go fetch
crud so loud, one hit would make you retch
they know i’m up next, it’s the home stretch
in the coupe when i’m dolo, with the gang, it’s the four-door
more crud than a trapper, more guns than a warlord
big sweet touchin’ money before my feet touch the floorboards
i get the stu’ hot like mordor, peep the scoreboard
when i slide down, we mark ’em dead on arrival
only hang with the gang, the t stands for tribal
i dust ’em all, on the rivals, commander dale brown on the rivals
f-ckin’ with sweet will decrease your chances for survival
they be like, “goshdarnit, he’s the devil’s incarnite”
i can get you plugged in or i could get your name tarnished
spilled my pop on the table, it took off the varnish
four grams in the ‘wood, and that’s just the garnish
bro said he’s pourin’ lines, that’s nine milliliters
glock 45 on me, that’s nine millimeter

- sweet t

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