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letra de slow day - sweet t

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

[verse 1: sweet t]
think you can spit like me? there’s no way
irene only called me five times, it’s a slow day
so much flower around me, i could flip bouquets
big hammer in the trunk but i don’t play no croquet
two sticks on my hip, watch me crochet
it was the middle of the summer but unc’ had a snow day
i do what the f-ck i want, you gotta do what your ho say
i gotta scoop a load up, i just call jose
my name ain’t “meek” but i sure need a milli’
just hit my cup with the goop and now it taste scrump dilly
i got a bag full of beans but i ain’t making chili
outside my opp’s crib sticked up in a ghillie
i’ll lay the pipe on a cutie and turn her to sleeping beauty
your girl’s b00bs are droopy plus she’s a groupie
i could spend a lifetime with a b-tch, she’ll never get no gucci
you’re the type to crack a ho and give her smoochies on her coochie
i’m judgmental, i’ll do a b-tch like i’m judy
my young dawg throwing footb-lls, something like rudy
i got two lines off of jefe and dropped it in my smoothie
popped a bar and blew a ‘wood, now i’m feeling woozy
i don’t eat cereal but i blow cookie just crispy
keep my head on a swivel ’cause this sh-t could get risky
i just a popped a percocet and washed it back with some whisky
told $kid to call the hoes, it’s time to get frisky
said we should hop in the stu’ but i don’t even like you
you don’t even got the iq to write a haiku
baldheads in the mag looking like caillou
but i’ll put this b-tch down and kick your ass like i’m ryu
me and you are not the same, matter fact, we’re the opposite
break it down the middle with my mans but i’m not a communist
you could never catch me lacking, i’m very very confident
[?] moving too hot, he had to leave the continent
the chop zeroed in, every shot is approximate
i can shoot with my left but i’m right eye dominant
round so big i can knock down a monument
if i pull up to your block, i’ll run out the occupants
[verse 2: prince jefe]
i’m with sweet t, i pour lean in a sweet tea
black n-gga counting blue money but my drink pink
one n-gga catch three bodies, they was three deep
hit him with headtap, reaching for these vvs
b-tch look like riri
sell packs, they need me
bouncing all these d-mn fake checks got me greedy
different name in the o, you ain’t seen me if you seen me
jefe in saks fifth with the punch, i’m undefeated
i just bought a brand new fifty, i just really need a reason
i’ma take off on the officer, the whip i’m in a demon
i been in and out the sticks, new town, new season
new glocks and new pieces
new b-tch but same [?]
i sent [?] to the v and get fl!ck once
the dope i bring ain’t clean but my sh-t jump
duck, you get hit up
f-ck till she give up
but she don’t get nothing
where you gon’ be in six months?
meet a b-tch, break a b-tch
can’t buy a brick? then make a brick
if i told you what i did to her, you gon’ hate the b-tch
everybody, step the f-ck back, i’m tryna paint some sh-t
i ain’t got time to sit and talk, i got pape’ to get

- sweet t

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