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sweet t - asparagus lyrics

[intro]
(godd+mn it, sweet, this f+cker’s good)

[verse 1]
i’m really cold as h+ll, good luck tryna flame me
i never claimed the city, it claimed me
you can tell these hoes i’m a dog, they got no chance to tame me
two bl!cks in my grip big as tammy and amy
i’m always on another scheme, i’m wheeling and dealing
these women think i’m appealing, i got ’em kneeling and squealing
i’m concealing these straps and i’m concealing my feelings
i don’t care about healing, i need my pape’ to the ceiling
i got game with these hoes, you gotta pay to play
i could meet a ho today, put her on layaway
i’ll break a b+tch off and then play the breakaway
when hoes see you out in public they tell you stay away
man, i’m sl!cker than rick, you boys are built like some l!cks
ride with a chop like i’m franklin, let me show you a trick
man, why you worried about me? keep them eyes on your chick
every time she hears my clique she’s like, “d+mn, that was sick”

[verse 2]
i f+ck hoes for hours then dash like the flash
i don’t lay up when i smash, that’ll cut into my stash
trigger finger itchy but i don’t got no rash
big guns and trucks, you would think i’m cosplaying m+a+s+h
every move i make is far above your station
if you think i’m broke, you got a good imagination
let me find the opp’s addy, it’s eradication
a hunnid shots in the chop, i’m giving free vaccinations
if you need game on game, let me supply you
i’m a good people reader, i’m not the one to lie to
smoking purple people eater in the whip when i fly through
i roll through backwoods like i was born on the bayou
i used to be humble, now i’m arrogant
my pop dark like [?]
they wanna press sweet ’cause i’m built like asparagus
you could be built like a tower, i swear you ain’t prepared for this
a hunnid rounds in the drum and i still ain’t prepared to miss
it’s big sweet, i put the “t” inside “tenacity”
i’ll tell a b+tch it don’t get no better like i’m cassidy
don’t play me like a l!ck, i got unmatched perspicacity
and a forty round mag’ that’s stuffed to capacity
i done brought the big iron, i ain’t talking ’bout no putter
did you hear me? did i stutter?
when we slide down that way i bet them boys close the shutter
oh, your man made of steel? this chop’ll melt him like b+tter

- sweet t lyrics

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