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letra de the disco - sweet t

[verse]
about to pour a four with my por favors
ten strains in the backwood, this that sm-rg-sbord
one hit’ll have your ass gone, this that chloroform
at the [?] with the strap, posted in the corridor
strobe light on the chop, i’ll turn this b-tch to the disco
told the fiends come shop, you can’t get this at the dispo’
i don’t gotta floss for you to know that i’m big bro
i got more sauce than you in my big toe
irene need the beans and i ain’t talking pinto
danny said i should put my money in crypto
but i’m with dutch master, sipping muddy calypsos
real fiend, he’ll pour the mud up in some crisco
i let the stick go bam like i chill with the flintstones
shower for a hour then i met the plug at fishbone’s
when i’m with a ho you know i crack it like a wishbone
f-cking hoes in the telly, bumping “thug song” by sisqó
told her, “hit me with the buns and miss me with the oral”
i don’t ever lose my gun but i can’t find my morals
lost your mind over some ‘bows? where i come from, that’s normal
9 mile, i’m chilling, 1900, i’m formal
she wanna be my baby, she couldn’t even be my boofer
i’m a banker and a rapper, last year i was a roofer
shut the f-ck up, you ain’t nothing but a moocher
i cut up on beats, told danny, “give this b-tch a suture”
i’ll tear the roof off this b-tch, call me “buster keaton”
let a ham go against me? that’s another buster beaten
talking bitter on these beats but everything i touch, i sweeten
these fingers go to work, i don’t ever do no tweeting
stop the song to hit my ‘wood then told danny, “bring the beat in”
rest my head in the ‘burbs but i ride with them cretins
sandy passed the f-ck out but this ain’t no place to sleep in
percs took my fiend to heaven, he don’t know about no deacon
they don’t know about my actions, i don’t know about my reasons
switching seasons, if my track ain’t hot then it’s freezing
big yop will turn a opp shirt red like wil wheaton
unc’ don’t got no job on the books but he still eating
i’ll kick a lame out the spot like i don’t know no square
take a b-tch to the crib and touch her no-no square
my hoes be cutting into me like, “don’t go nowhere”
i ain’t coming to your show, it’s a bunch of h0m-s there
they love me and they hate me, that’s the cost of being clever
could you catch me lacking? never
every time i drop a song they say that b-tch is pressure
bro was a diamond in the rough, we turned his ass to buried treasure
they ask me how i do it but really it’s lemon squeezy
this past year i been talking so greasy
it’s got me feeling like [?] who’s gon’ be my medici?
i just chugged four lines, now i’m walking like sneezy

- sweet t

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