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sweet t - seasick lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(hokatiwi)

[verse 1: sweet t & bandgang biggs]
used to bump bandgang, now i got a gang of bands
i put a red dot on your white tee and make you rep j+pan
i always rap about the bl!ck, but i’ll k!ll you bare hands
white 1s with red bottoms, it look like i slaughter lambs
can’t fit the gang in the coupe, i’ma slide in the sedan
if you sweet on the street, then you better scram
i’m totin’ gen5 or better, this b+tch don’t ever jam
meet a b+tch, hit the yams, then pass her like exams (come on now)

[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
n+ggas playin’ through this b+tch (yeah), he got wings, get him clipped (what?)
b+tches on my d+ck gettin’ seasick from this drip (this what?)
i’m the man in this b+tch, brought the fan in this b+tch
kinda paranoid, i be done blew a fan in this b+tch (rrah)

[verse 3: sweet t]
tryna play me like a kid, i’ll press on you, get you stripped
have $kid press a thousand fake xans and get ’em shipped
try to run up on big sweet, i’ll put you in a crypt
couple ponies up top, i’m not ever gettin’ fl!cked
i’m in the lab cookin’ tracks, gettin’ stacks, facin’ zips
can’t leave this b+tch ’til i’m paid, i stay grindin’ like i’m clipse
i don’t wanna hit your girl, but she can hit me with the lips
my new plug got some pressure, btu he live out in the sticks
[verse 4: bandgang biggs]
a lot of n+ggas got cut, they ain’t follow all the rules (why?)
always been a money getter, drop a bag on a goon (i’m gone)
when your money long, bad b+tches come in twos
drunk as h+ll off 1942, i made them hoes spoon (yeah)
you be actin’ like you cop, askin’ questions like a cop
i’m the highest in the room like i cop from travis scott
i pour act’ up in the pop, don’t mind me, i’m gettin’ high
they keep askin’ all these questions, i don’t answer, i’m like, “why?” (why?)
how you say you lookin’ for me and i’m chillin’ in the bronx? (yeah)
got a b+tton on the back, the pocket rocket is a glock (doo+doo+doo)
only reason i wore all my ice today, ’cause this b+tch hot
i pour act’ up in the pop, don’t mind me, i’m gettin’ high

[verse 5: sweet t]
my whole team is really ballin’ and you’re barely gettin’ by
they wanna hate me ’cause i’m white, but they love me ’cause i’m fly
i got hoes all in my dms, you hit them up, they don’t reply
i’ll hit your spot up like i’m pac and send your squad up to the sky
i’ve always been the bigger man, that’s why we don’t see eye to eye
i treat my custy just like o+dog, told him hurry up and buy
big old bl!cky got some heft, this b+tch bruisin’ up my thigh
but i’m f+ckin’ with the punches like i train at cobra kai

- sweet t lyrics

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