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letra de moby dick - $weet-t & danny g beats

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

[verse 1: $weet-t]
if you think you’re gettin’ down on $weet, you must be a sped
i look like tony hawk but i do a different type of shred
steppin’ so heavy, you’d think my shoes were made of lead
five grams in the havana, i’ma take it to the head

[verse 2: 1up tee]
roll my bag in the havana leaf and make the gary stink
four bad b-tches in the sheraton, they keep on sharin’ me
bustdown cuban, this b-tch clarity, might buy a pair of t–th
stabbin’ in the trackhawk cherokee, the engine scarin’ me

[verse 3: $weet-t]
i’m known for solidarity, boy, it’s no comparin’ me
whippin’ down the lodge, but the drugs imparin’ me
i’m the real deal, all these other cats are parodies
i got acrobatic birds, watch me flip a parakeet

[verse 4: 1up tee]
my b-tch say i need a therapist ’cause i don’t care a bit
perkies make my mind roll like my first night in maryland
slur words, now my words curved like i’m arabic
bustin’ plays with $weet-t, i met my plug on merriman
[verse 5: $weet-t]
curved mag in the k, in case i see a heretic
i’m in the booth screamin’ f-ck the feds, talkin’ arrogant
but if they ever school me up, i’ma flip the narrative
like i was cappin’ ’bout all that, i’m a good samaritan

[verse 6: 1up tee]
hit the booth and write like moby d-ck, feel like a book author
growin’ up, i was shy as f-ck, wasn’t a good talker
why you on me? told you i’m a dog, i feel like jugg harden
f-ck me good, i buy you what you want, this sh-t like good karma

[verse 7: $weet-t]
a hundred hoes at all times like i’m a good farmer
think you’re eatin’ these rounds? you better have some good armor
but i don’t never gotta fight ’cause i’m a charmer
think i’m cappin’, just look at the status that i garnered

[verse 8: 1up tee]
i only knew this b-tch for half a week, she havin’ s-x with me
i ball for real, i never made the athletic team
i’m the one, but that b-tch couldn’t see, i had to let her be
rollin’ fat-ass ‘woods, the inside look like some celery

[verse 9: $weet-t]
man, if we ain’t talkin’ money, then what the f-ck you tellin’ me?
i’m walkin’ excellence, a b-tch could tell just by smellin’ me
i dove deep in that water, now my whole team’s propellin’ me
always on my p’s and q’s, you would think i won the spelling bee

- weet t danny g beats

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