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letra de big $weet - $weet-t & danny g beats

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
(ayo, run it up, rami)

[chorus]
it’s big $weet, i be doin’ sh-t y’all can’t
i’m gettin’ high off different plants, 21 tucked in my pants
i don’t even rap, i hopped inside the booth and ran
if i stood on top my guap, then all my opps would look like ants
it’s big $weet, i be doin’ sh-t y’all can’t
i’m gettin’ high off different plants, 21 tucked in my pants
i don’t even rap, i hopped inside the booth and ran
if i stood on top my guap, then all my opps would look like ants

[verse 1]
twenty ‘bows in the trunk, and made the whip smell like france
y’all some could’ve, should’ve, would’ve boys, you never had the chance
.556 inside the mag, this b-tch’ll make a p-ssy dance
i’ll make your girl’s p-ssy dance off a single glance
talk down on my clan, we’ll slide in vans and turn your block to j-pan
i be tellin’ y’all y’all can’t, so what makes you think you can?
don’t walk around this b-tch thinkin’ you’re the man with the plan
this 50 bmg will turn your mans to lieutenant dan
you’re the type to spend your last tryna have a ball
couldn’t be me, i’m the type to stack it tall
chopper with the legs on it look like tacko fall
but i’ll put this f-ckin’ gun down and smack you all
[chorus]
it’s big $weet, i be doin’ sh-t y’all can’t
i’m gettin’ high off different plants, 21 tucked in my pants
i don’t even rap, i hopped inside the booth and ran
if i stood on top my guap, then all my opps would look like ants
it’s big $weet, i be doin’ sh-t y’all can’t
i’m gettin’ high off different plants, 21 tucked in my pants
i don’t even rap, i hopped inside the booth and ran
if i stood on top my guap, then all my opps would look like ants

[verse 2]
i’m all that and a bag of chips like i took my notes from bow wow
used to play around, now i can hit a play for fifty thou’ wow
some things never change, where blowin’ dody at the powwow
if you see big $weet on your street, i recommend you bow now
rubbin’ on my pockets, b-tch seen i had the jumbo knot
i stir it up in the stu’, marheeth and the gumbo pot
i only scoop up pressure crud, you be makin’ bunko cops
i have my lil’ cousin come k!ll you for a funko pop
i got tako with me, i don’t even gotta prop my chop
sandy cheeks with the bl!ck how i’ll pop an opp
your girl’s crib is like my stopping shop for the wap and slop
bro a seniorette ’cause his b-tch said he can’t top my bops

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