This will be the first of a few posts regarding THE Sweet and his musical prowess:
I stay paid and I like blades
Old school cars and loving Maze
I tap toez (tappin toezzzz), I do shows
Getting money ahhhh, riding Rolls (riding Rollsssssss)
Keep my griiiiiiiiind, I don't waste my time
Coming up, getting down for mines
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it
Deep up in the game, ain't no stopping
I get my money like my name was D Hop biiiiitch
I want to holler at that boy Ike Turner
Real ass Recevier prolly gone burn ya
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About getting TDz cuz i burned ya
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy
Because you know the bitch down THE Sweet
I keep them checkz in my pockets and on my fuccin feet
You gone get to that snake with the cobra head
Fuck portland and them fake ass snakes, take it to the head
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it
See me on the slab, whipping in the Nav'
You already know I'm cooking in the lab
Goin deep, fucc runnin drags
When I was young, all I wanted was a 'lac
I used to think them people was fiends that was blowing on the weed sack
Cause all I do is blow up D'z
And score 6 in the endzone cuz it came with ease
I used to have a .25 pistol
But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too bitch
I'll hit you up, I ain't going for that ho shit
Them other simps playing games in the streets
You think it's 'bout being lame and wearing lame cleats
We ain't 'bout you and them cover 3 nickels
Cause fuck boys, could easily get hit with the 12 yard diggs bruh
You think you rich?
But you a bitch
You see me in the huddle check my pitch
I'm down with Tony Snow bitch, and you know that
When we come through splitting bitch playa haterz caps
Told you before I'm a country star
In a country car
Got a country ass thang, sip country barre
Got a country son, got a country chain
Coming down in the car, and gripping country grain
Sweet James-Jones bitch, Pimp shit nahimtalkinbout?
Go out and get that shit
I'm talking 'bout doing a million records independently sold, on yo bitch ass
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me chopping on blades, don't jock us bitch
Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em
Representing that south, Myrtle Beach to be exact
And ain't no gang in MB ol bitch-ass bitch
siiiiiiiiiimmmmpppppppp
Fuck Snorefolkkkkkkk yahurrrrrd
I told ya, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch
I stay paid and I like blades
Old school cars and loving Maze
I tap toez (tappin toezzzz), I do shows
Getting money ahhhh, riding Rolls (riding Rollsssssss)
Keep my griiiiiiiiind, I don't waste my time
Coming up, getting down for mines
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it
Deep up in the game, ain't no stopping
I get my money like my name was D Hop biiiiitch
I want to holler at that boy Ike Turner
Real ass Recevier prolly gone burn ya
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About getting TDz cuz i burned ya
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy
Because you know the bitch down THE Sweet
I keep them checkz in my pockets and on my fuccin feet
You gone get to that snake with the cobra head
Fuck portland and them fake ass snakes, take it to the head
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it
See me on the slab, whipping in the Nav'
You already know I'm cooking in the lab
Goin deep, fucc runnin drags
When I was young, all I wanted was a 'lac
I used to think them people was fiends that was blowing on the weed sack
Cause all I do is blow up D'z
And score 6 in the endzone cuz it came with ease
I used to have a .25 pistol
But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too bitch
I'll hit you up, I ain't going for that ho shit
Them other simps playing games in the streets
You think it's 'bout being lame and wearing lame cleats
We ain't 'bout you and them cover 3 nickels
Cause fuck boys, could easily get hit with the 12 yard diggs bruh
You think you rich?
But you a bitch
You see me in the huddle check my pitch
I'm down with Tony Snow bitch, and you know that
When we come through splitting bitch playa haterz caps
Told you before I'm a country star
In a country car
Got a country ass thang, sip country barre
Got a country son, got a country chain
Coming down in the car, and gripping country grain
Sweet James-Jones bitch, Pimp shit nahimtalkinbout?
Go out and get that shit
I'm talking 'bout doing a million records independently sold, on yo bitch ass
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me chopping on blades, don't jock us bitch
Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em
Representing that south, Myrtle Beach to be exact
And ain't no gang in MB ol bitch-ass bitch
siiiiiiiiiimmmmpppppppp
Fuck Snorefolkkkkkkk yahurrrrrd
I told ya, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch
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