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letra de thread the needle - $weet-t

[intro]
(crack house)
(d-mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: $weet-t]
it’s a fun day for gunplay, but you could still get that ass beat
wonder why they call me $weet-t, they should call me “nasty”
yeah, i’m in the big house, feelin’ like kyle massey
filled your b-tch like a twinkie, you could call me “tallahassee”
if she throw that cookie like snookie, it’s a guarantee i’m smushin’
i’m a f-ckin’ dog, but you won’t catch me do no woofin’
now i’m woofin’, i be gassin’ hoes up like whoopee cushions
gone quick, if she ain’t thick, i need that cushion for the pushin’
the forty-five’s loud, but that can of shush’ll shush ’em
plug was here in five minutes, i wasn’t even tryna rush him
my opps think that they’re a force ’til they see how swift i brush ’em
better tell your mans to chill ‘fore i have dutch crush ’em
you could never even move like $weet, you’re too feeble
i make this sh-t move, i’m the modern max keeble
boy, i really talk that sh-t, they say i’m fluent and fickle
my fiend just loaded up the pipe, he’s about to thread the needle
you be flexin’ funny money, boy, you just a scrub
we get dirty money clean, watch $weet scrub a dub
my girl’s catered to me, askin’ if i need rubs or grub
you sittin’ in a dark room, goin’ at it on the hub
i give my fiend rocks to do chores, she be earnin’ grams
i’m with habibiti tryna earn the yams up in birmingham
$kid just hit the road, he’s tryna run it up at burning man
i call my glock the pit master, it be burnin’ hands
it’s some fleas where i be, so i’m strapped with that comb
you can’t read between the lines, dog, i’m strapped with that chrome
got a laser on the chop, i’ll get you zapped in your zone
yeah, i’m white, but all my raps slap and it’s known
[verse 2: luhgary]
i had to use my other number, the feds tapped in my phone
say some disrespectful sh-t, get you slapped in your dome
12 pull me over tryna ask me questions, i don’t know
junkie stay callin’, i’ma serve the fiends and get ’em gone
asked this b-tch if she want me or $weet-t, she want both
f-ck the judge, i’ma tell that b-tch a lie under oath
i was in the trap while you was in the class takin’ notes
i had twenty in the stash ‘fore i was old enough to vote
trap jumpin’, dope got them junkies in a headlock
i got young money, she gon’ let me make her bed rock
i feel like will smith, slappin’ fiends with that chris rock
i got real-life motion, you only lit on tiktok
i really live this sh-t i rap, you need to stop it with that cap
got off my ass and got a bag, i couldn’t wait to make it happen
they used to treat me like a joke, now i’m the one that’s really laughin’
the same day my life changed the same day i started rappin’
gary

- weet t

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