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sweet t - dionysus lyrics

[intro: scrumbleman]
blrrp

[verse 1: scrumbleman]
mama like, “boy, you grown as f+ck, you still sippin’ out that bottle”
i got cold and bad hoes, i hate the fact b+tches that waddle
you could can me dom’ toretto the way i’m f+ckin’ up the throttle
you would think i love the ho, the way i’m f+ckin’ on this model
push b+tton on the whip, the way it start, it take no key
five percent on every car, i’m ridin’ around lowkey
that is not a scat, the emblem on your whip don’t got no b
i got ‘xoty in this ‘wood, granny think i rolled a tree

[verse 2: sweet t]
the center console in the srt barely holds a p
had to put this b+tch in check, like who the f+ck is “we”?
i don’t sing, but my glock should have been on glee
run up on sweet, i’ll have your pеople sayin’ r.i.p
i’ll give dutch the go+ahеad to toss your body in the sea
i don’t gotta slide him nothin’, he’ll do it for the free
everytime i’m in the gun store, i go on a spree
i’m tryna own every model, from a down to z

[verse 3: scrumbleman]
all that talkin’ sh+t you doin’, please don’t make me call habibi
he want some clout, line him up, we gon’ put his ass on tv
you got moissanite diamonds, i can tell you that ain’t no vvs
all this paper in my house, you will think my sh+t got tp
f+ck a joint, grab a ‘wood, i’m tryna go and roll a log
you gotta crawl before you walk, you gotta walk before you jog
i got real drip, you won’t find this sh+t up in the mall
this a five seven pistol for any n+gga, think he tall
[verse 4: sweet t]
my shooter dressin’ all black with the k like he’s from isis
irene’s blowin’ up my line, tryna find where the ice is
she gotta fill her vices, she don’t care about the prices
pourin’ drank while i stir the pot, call me dionysus
i always got the ups, i don’t like level fields
i got one bl!cky pokin’, and two more consealed
olimer frame on the glock, but the sigs all steel
run up on big sweet, and get your sh+t peeled

[verse 5: scrumbleman]
runnin’ up on big scrum’, i guaranteed yo’ ass die
one puff from this ‘wood, i guaranteed yo’ ass fly
i just f+cked a b+tch and then leave, i don’t tell her by
then i block her for no reason, i don’t tell the b+tch why

[verse 6: sweet t]
talkin’ down on big sweet, i’ma let the switch fly
i’m on the winnin’ team, i could never switch sides
bro used to have a scat and now he gotta hitch rides
i used to push the striker, now i switch rides

- sweet t lyrics

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