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letra de nebuchadnezzar - sweet t

[intro]
(stop flexing your muscles, jrdn)
(d-mn, jakesand)

[verse]
i’m leo [?] i was born in august
think you’re sliding down on sweet? you must be a autist
my offense is perfect, my defense is flawless
chop in the trunk if you’re built like ben wallace
i’m the king of all kings, call me “nebuchadnezzar”
i’m the king of all things and you are my lesser
i’ll sit back and leisure, get you buried like treasure
before my shooter whacks you, he’ll say it’s been a pleasure
your girl’s on my line tryna get in a quickiе
but i would never touch her, i’m just too picky
i don’t lеave the crib if i don’t got the doohickey
two drums on the chop, i just bought a new mickey
i’ll never drop the ball but i’ve never been sporty
stay close with my bl!ck like rick does with morty
i don’t gotta move a muscle but i’m flexing like jrdn
d-gg-ng the whip with red bottoms on like i’m dorothy
mister baxter, boy, i’m in the house like i’m cory
i get a b-tch’s coochie, you’ll get her life story
i don’t ever stop, i keep going like i’m dory
two years, you’ll see sweet t up on maury
bad b-tches getting pounded and left dumbfounded
if you got more hoes than me, i’m astounded
i don’t even got a choice, when hoes see me i get mounted
if your girl caught you looking at a b-tch, you get grounded
my hoes be freaky and curvy with good topsy-turvy
your girl looking dirty, i think she got scurvy
i done macked a million hoes and not one curve me
when they see you they scoff, when they see me they curtsy
big sweet be with the honeys and you can’t even find them
everybody knows my name, it ain’t no need to remind them
all my raps is so cold, you need to rewind them
it’s big sweet at the top and the rest are behind it
if i see your whip, i’ma stall it with the whatchamacallit
i’ll tear my opps’ hide and turn ’em into a wallet
i’ll up a bl!ck and blow your fist off if you ball it
bought a switch from habibi, he showed me how to install it
put a red beam on your forehead and turn you hindi
your clique don’t touch no cheese, every one of you is wimpy
ask my plug what’s the stitch on the p like i’m kim p
i’ma set the highest price and hit the bags skimpy
big sweet’ll always be free, f-ck them meddling kids
your man is smoking all his pros, mines peddling his
check my account, you would think that i’m embezzling sh-t
the pack just touched down, this them meddling bricks
boy, if they get me in that room, i’ma play it like a mob story
like vito corleone
if they get you in that room, you’ll be giving them a sob story
“please let me go home”

- sweet t

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