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letra de tub roll - sweet t

[intro]
(come on, little guppy, come on, little guppy)

[verse]
two sticks on my hip but i don’t crochet
gave a perc to my white b-tch, she bought chipotle
bro got a big-ass hammer, but he don’t play croquet
got a big ass chop’, i’ll send my opp to the stone age
i’ll slide on my opp’s dad and leave him like bambi
i’m really in the sheets, i spent a rack on plan-b
i heard your last track, you’re as ass as you can be
i popped a percocet, and now i feel like flat stanley
b-tch, i’m lowkey like i’m thor’s brother
blowin’ on some crud that’s louder than the f-ckin’ door buzzer
i ain’t left the crib in ’bout a month, i got forerunners
pull up on your b-tch and make her melt like some warm b-tter
just left my man’s crib, he got a drac’ with the beam
the dogs feast to my fiend like bush’s baked beans
i just got off on a ham, i sold him fake lean
i hit his sh-t with dish soap and i told him, “stay clean”
i’m out here touchin’ cheese like greg heffley
i must be the fresh prince, when i hear your sh-t, i call jeffery
i’ll cut my b-tch off if i catch her drinkin’ pepsi
put the beam on my opp and triggered his epilepsy
i got robin’s on my ass, i feel like bruce wayne
i told my mom, “that ain’t mud on the rug, that’s a juice stain”
i got the most expensiveist sh-t, i feel like 2 chainz
how the f-ck you the plug when you only got two strains?
i got a text from your b-tch, it said, “bust me open”
d-ck got her ass countin’ sheep, it must be potent
hit my line for a ten, you must be jokin’
i told him it’s exotic, i don’t know what the f-ck my [?] smokin’
f-ck a b-tch with scoliosis and give her a straight spine
but if i catch my b-tch cheatin’, i’ma cut her break line
my crew’s been pourin’ lines since grade nine
f-ckin’ on your b-tch but you heard that through the grapevine
your b-tch is on my sh-t, it must be the goose
all up in her tubes, i feel like augustus gloop
i’ll give that b-tch back when she’s through and busted loose
your people pose with the .40 but mine busted, too
just seen your b-tch, and boy was i flabberghasted
bent her over and ironed my shirt, that’s how flat her ass is
finna take her down to miami and fill it up with plastic
run up on smg and we’ll fill your casket (doo-doo-doo)

- sweet t

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