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sweet t - callin lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a— danny g on the beat)
(who the h+ll is carlo?)

[verse 1]
whole lot of lead around this b+tch, but we don’t do no drawin’
big old bl!cky in my pants, sweet don’t do no brawlin’
i told your girl to slide through, now she’s got it sprawlin’
all i know is ballin’, you would think i work for spalding
bars wet as thе atlantic, let me get down to thе antics
big sweet be prophetic, precise, and pedantic
i play it cool and calm, but for that money, i be frantic
i hit the yams and scram, i’ve never been romantic
the city never loved you, but sweet t got fans
the type that dap me up and never wash their hands
if you’re thinking i’m a l!ck, you better find another man
tryna double+cross sweet, i bet the heat squash your plans
[chorus]
every time it’s time to get that money, you be stallin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
it’s that money that be callin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
all i do is run it up, you ain’t even crawlin’
it’s that money that be callin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’

[verse 2]
bald heads in the mag look like whotheh+lliscarlo
i’ll pull up fire burnin’, knock you out the monte carlo
doin’ one+ten in the whip, the trunk full of precious cargo
if i drop this load off, i could buy mar+a+lago
i don’t sink all my pros, into cars and clothes
i’m blowin’ up now, you could call me dynamo
these bums wanna f+ck with sweet, too bad they’re whiny hoes
i’m wakin’ up to pick my bl!ck like eeny+meeny+miny+moe
you beggin’ hoes to slide, i send a notice they’ve been summoned
every time i drop a track, they be like, “sweet, keep ’em comin'”
binary trigger arp, it sound like heavy metal drummin’
got it with me backstage and you know i brought the drum in

[chorus]
every time it’s time to get that money, you be stallin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
it’s that money that be callin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
all i do is run it up, you ain’t even crawlin’
it’s that money that be callin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
every time my phone rings, it’s that money that be callin’
[verse 3]
i’m the real mccoy, i got more sauce than soy
pour it up in the rob roy, that b+tch look like chamoy
i sent my opps’ latest fl!ck to dutch and told him to destroy
he’ll spin your block a hundred times and then he’ll redeploy
my bl!cky built like teller, but that chop built like penn
in that room, you’d be a teller, i’d stand on all ten
glock 20, ten milli’, and the fifth gen
i’ll up it on an opp and disrupt his zen

- sweet t lyrics

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