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letra de the whole pie - sweet t

[intro]
(d-mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: brezden]
d-mn
jumped off a plane, i can’t believe i’m seein’ canada
brody sellin’ white, but i’m not talkin’ ’bout no angela
i might slap that b-tch, i see her pullin’ out her camera
f-ck her on that bed or i might take her out and stand her up

[verse 2: sweet t]
i need the whole pie, why we talkin’ portions?
your girl looks like a guy, i keep clothes on me like a mormon
got the bl!ck nearby, and i can’t even hold you, it’s enormous
i don’t gotta bust you, i tell bro wack you, i’m the foreman

[verse 3: babytron]
told my b-tch “hasta la vista,” ridin’ with a hot latina
audemars on [?], pendant stay on aquafin’
when we pull up knockin’ on your door, it ain’t a box of pizza
sh-t, i came from poppin’ visas, boy, i’m only poppin’ divas

[verse 4: brezden]
d-mn, i could spend a check to get fly, i got delta cash
2023, all yеar, i’m puttin’ belt to ass
fell in love with weed thе first second i felt the gas
rap don’t work, i told granny i’ll sell the stash
cracker in the d, i’m runnin’ sh-t, i feel like hawkinson
she post the location, she won’t ever get the drop again
plug said he got ’em for the low, i told him lock it in
you would think she punched demar derozan ’cause she popped a ten
[verse 5: sweet t]
displays that i’m conductin’, ’cause i don’t like to duct
your girl be talkin’ out of turn, a ho could never interrupt me
let twelve fl!ck the lights, and i’ma flee the scene abruptly
i was coolin’ at the start, and then i let this sh-t corrupt me
double park the [?], strap tucked ’cause i’m bony
they call me “tyler” but i really kick that iron like tony
i’m servin’ sauce and beans to fiends like a fixed human [astro-me?]
you can hear me sliddin’ down, the whip got seven-hundred ponies

[verse 6: babytron]
i got the monkey on my back, might go bananas, mojo jojo
you would need a hunnid comrades with you, i be solo dolo
when i touch to nyc, don’t bring no bags, i go to soho
unless you got a fifty-ball, boy, it’s a no on promo
i can’t tell him nothin’, he the type to show the po-pos
i get a pint and k!ll half of it, po’in’ ocho
fourty-one with chocolate face, you’d think this ho a rolo
you was in the game, now you just talkin’, tony romo

[outro: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz, dogsh-t militia
long live $cam, thhl
whew, ayy

- sweet t

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