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letra de giuseppe - sweet t

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[intro]
(ooh sh-t, what the f-ck, daniel?)
(d-mn, jakesand)

[verse]
raised in the ‘burbs but i’ve never been preppy
for ten years i been had the block smelling like pepe
i got a cup full of syrup but i ain’t talking pepsi
dutch got plugged in italy and set me up with giuseppe
you know my girl keep the cake, i call her “little debbie”
six twelves in the trunk, somebody call webbie
every time i bust a play i get a little sweaty
party cannon in the whip, i’ll turn your head to confetti
your girl just hit my line talking about she can’t forget me
you won’t ever get her back, it was a wrap the day she met me
i play weak when i’m strong so i don’t mind if they sweat me
’cause the strap that protects me could take down a yeti
i don’t call my gun a gun, her name is “betsy”
she makes lames beg for mercy like uncle jesse
i’ll do a opp like big p-ssy then flee on a jet ski
have my shooter drop a hundred on you, something like gretzky
they love me in my city ’cause i’m witty and i’m gritty
you’re not locked in with the winning team and that’s a pity
my hippie bought a dose and then he hit it like the griddy
underrated like mike bibby, i do my dance like i’m gibby
i actually like levi’s, i would never rock purple
purple tint, brown frames, strapped up like i’m urkel
it only takes me a second to girl out her girdle
i got your girl in the bnb moaning like myrtle
all i do is cook up and get chicken like the colonel
your whole clique’s some corns, i bet the bl!ck pops your kernels
you’ll probably get checked and write about it in your journal
that’s the woman of your dreams, my team use her like a urinal
i couldn’t be with a rat, i bag the baddest of the pageant
chopping through ‘woods like i was meant to be a hatchet
the chop got a big boar, i don’t think you can patch it
even a b-tter fingers can f-ck around and catch it
better watch out for the gadget, that b-tch’ll blow your gasket
everybody’s tough till they hear the clank from the ratchet
the influence i’m holding, i don’t think you can match it
if i like what you got, i’ll have dutch master sn-tch it

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