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letra de mr. miyagi - sweet t

[intro]
(ooh sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse]
got the strap in my lap ’cause i don’t know karate
two chopsticks on me, i feel like mr. miyagi
i’ll fry your sh-t up like some hibachi
this a big mop stick, it stay singing mariachi
dawg need to get his bills up, i call him “chauncey”
this a tylenol #3 but my fiend thinks it’s oxy’
big stick and puck of dog, i’m playing hockey
put the beam on my opp, now my team call me “scottie”
if you need any perkies then hit my line for the 30
i just shot a vid with [?] and [?]
b-tches that’s thirsty? hit my line in a hurry
[?] thirty and curvy, i shoot my shot like i’m curry
this b-tch sucked my soul out, i got her number saved as “kirby”
took a trip to kentucky but i didn’t hit the derby
two glock 45s, i named ’em “bert” and “ernie”
they call me “mister good bar” but i don’t f-ck with hershey
thе tester od, my fiends know it’s that good sh-t
i’m in thе whip, i’m just tryna get these goods shipped
my fiend ain’t have a car? i told him hoof it
salt-n-pepa on the stuffer, i told her ass push it
stay strapped with two glizzies like i hang with glockboyz
three-five in the fronto looking like some bok choy
i just served my fiend the boy, he said yoy
i got sale on the dot and then a re-up in troy
i’m the whips doing flips with big ‘woods between my lips
riding with my nana’s scripts and sixty-four zips
i got your mom off the blue pills, she in the matrix
i knew she was a junkie, she was rocking k-swiss
but shout-out to irene, my number one fiend
f-ck the ar, i got the mini-14
my cup just turned green off a dose of morphine
[?] hit the rehab, now i got a bunch of more fiends
i just pulled up to the white house, i was feeling like cory
i hit a ham with the can and then throw it in the [?]
$kid’s fiends dumb as f-ck, he call her “dory”
trapping out the marriott on the thirteenth story
cooking up in the stu’ but i always f-ck my hoes raw
nut in a b-tch then toss her out like the coleslaw
chop big as f-ck, i could use this b-tch to pole vault
caught my opp out and put a hundred in his cobalt
got the thunder like zeus, i’ll leave lead in your caboose
my fiend just hit me up, he said he need another boost
i served his ass a rock with a pamphlet on drug abuse
’cause he love the drank, i just seen him hug a deuce
just blew ten l’s but you know i came to win
i got a knife in the club, i couldn’t get the banger in
i got a strap in my lap the size of wilt chamberlain
matter fact, i don’t even know what this b-tch is chambered in
all the drugs and chops are props till i see a fiend or opp
i got a lightskin b-tch but a darkskin pop
i played my song for monique, she can’t wait for it to drop
i played another one for katy, she said it was a bop
bro’s pockets too heavy, he hit fifty pses
i caught my opp out and hit him with the .50 bmg
two sticks on me for irl pvp
i’ll put a hole in your chest the size of a dvd
when this bag touch down, i’ma move to the brussels
i got the funk in the trunk and i am not one to tussel
these hams know the time, i don’t gotta flex a muscle
in the blacked-out tahoe, on my way to the russell

- sweet t

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