sweet t - double dipper lyrics
[verse]
white boy, i do the talking when the opps fl!ck us
it’s twenty+two for the p’s, come and shop with us
i heard your b+tch got ran by the whole populous
detroit, lp, river rouge, and romulus
caught his ass when he left the crib, i’m a camper
all my clothes clean but it’s dirty money in the hamper
call me “john henry”, b+tch, i walk around with two hammers
this a top shelf fronto, i heard you do bammer
b+tch, i be smoking bruce banner
pink runtz in the ’wood like i don’t f+ck with b00b cancer
got a chopstick on me longer than some moose antlers
strip a ham and throw the ones on him like he’s a new dancer
bad b+tches on my jock, i’m finna scoop ’em
you can’t hang around no hoes like this, boy, you’ll spook ’em
jakes jetting up the block, i had to juke ’em
ride around with two straps and a ’wood like duke nukem
pump iron in the am then i tote it in the pm
your strap’s old as f+ck, it belongs in a museum
pump iron at dawn and then i tote it at dusk
and i’ll let that rocket off, call me “elon musk”
lifted off the vapors, riding down schaffer
got the 9m on me so i feel a little safer
i got forty in the mag’ with the light and the laser
i’m ali in the booth but on the beat, i’m joe frazier
i just cracked a f+cking red bull and then i put on frasier
rolled twenty+eight grams in the ’wood and it’s a facer
white and cold as f+ck got me feeling like glacier
and i keep them p’s on me like i play for the pacers
three straps get to singing, tony! toni! toné!
accurate in the zone, busting plays on the phone
how you rocking vlone but you smoking al capones?
gave danny 15k but didn’t pay my student loans
this is a real stretch, blow while i write my manifesto
talking crunchy as f+ck but i look like a lesbo
i need to see more green than some pesto
i came up on them p’s and i got them gone, presto
i’m in the stu’ doing magic like matilda
i had to turn his sh+t off ’cause it was softer than chinchillas
i’ll sweep the opp with a chop then name it “broomhilda”
then i beat a ham’s ass like i’m anderson silva
on the real, i couldn’t be a public figure
i just hit the mix twice, i feel like a double dipper
f+ck the gym, picking up the chop make my muscles bigger
b+tch, i’m strapped with the poker and the fire like a clipper
f+ck them guns ’cause i really love the ones like i’m a stripper
he just slow rolled a half p and flipped it by the zipper
always claiming that he’s down but he’s really just a fibber
he’ll hit the room and snitch on gang for a apple fritter
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