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mr. sweet - jupiter lyrics

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mr. sweet

we in the dirty dirty
south early
gun proof
sun roof
am four thirty
gettin ghetto n nerdy
ratchets play catch up
n ngas got thirsty
town to town
fitted crown
get down derby
my redbone swirly
my dental work pearly
my wet work get church
step the water worthy
chronic n sonics
milk shakes n curlies
im dominant on the road
tour game throwed
makes me miss koncepts n kirby
(do you remember)
how it all began
how can i begin
dirty raps funny caps
to my b town friends
back then
i had a real passion to serve
pops liked the music
but he hated the (words)
2livе, geto boys, the bay was a sleeper
scrеw driver scooters
traffickin stolen beepers
southern drawls
yes yes yalls
game got deeper
ugk
sun rays
lost in the reefer
sp+ceship owaysis

windows go down down
seek with our sight
not for suicide
drama waits down town
sneak and we hide
its hot thru the night
speakers go boun boun
feed n we fly
build and we sigh
kids is like now now
think as we ride
can’t keep it all inside

mr. sweet

my pops from jupiter
west palm, flowda
gators n cobras
saints n soldiers
profiles n quotas
murders n sodas
maskin the madness
in mansions that motor
cliff had a dream
wester had a scheme
i came to the scene
to get my soul clean
look what happen
hear the blues in the rappin
payin dues while u trappin
9 ngas in a cabin
sweet as f+ck
sweet is luck
he dont save these babies
sweet’ll beat his b+tt
jones n the rental
foot to the pedal
books n mementos
teach in the ghetto
box like bento
shadows of raygun
patois pulleys when promptin
these paygons
silent respect quiet play dumb
808 slave drum
this is what i came from
hook

mr. sweet

i spit this f+kishima
for clifford the dreamer
ain’t wit my hunger games
you can suck my peter
turn doubt to believers
turn a class to arenas
its nothin to me
over beats by fatima
powder to the people?
people to the pen?
born to destroy till this bullsh+t end
tour round the country
wit a few of my friends
call sp+ceship up
and we’ll do it again
its like

rest in peace trayvon martin
rest in peace jordan davis



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