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sweet t - vigilant lyrics

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[chorus]
all vigilant, you could never trick me
they gotta catch me, i don’t care if they fl!ck me
a lotta hoes flock to sweet but i can’t f+ck a “pick me”
that’s the type of b+tch to wait until i’m down and then kick me
yeah, i’m from the ‘burbs, but no i’m not from yipsee
i don’t drink liqour, but this cup got my tipsy
five+seven in my wasteband, pressin’ on my kidney
arp on my lap the same size as a pygmy

[verse 1]
you’re a rat, your hoe’s a bird, that’s mordecai and rigby
i talk so clean, you would think i was sponsored by wrigley
believe it or not i’m him, call me mr. ripley
don’t f+ck around with sweet, that slope is pretty slippery
glock 21 tucked, that b+tch is built like ghibli
blowin’ ‘woods back to back ’cause i’m built like a chimney
i hit hoes back to back and i never use a jimmy
i don’t dance, but when that check hit, i shimmy
bald heads in the bl!ck, i’ll wipe you down like mr. clean
corelease in the jumper, it’s just in my jeans to green
i’ve been choppin’ leaves and stuffin’ ’em with pressure since a tween
nickname my custody jack, he feel like magic off the beans

[chorus]
all vigilant, you could never trick me
they gotta catch me, i don’t care if they fl!ck me
a lotta hoes flock to sweet but i can’t f+ck a “pick me”
that’s the type of b+tch to wait until i’m down and then kick me
yeah, i’m from the ‘burbs, but no i’m not from yipsee
i don’t drink liqour, but this cup got my tipsy
five+seven in my wasteband, pressin’ on my kidney
arp on my lap the same size as a pygmy
[verse 2]
i had to bust a play, told my girl to stay put
burnin’ ‘woods all day, my lungs covered in soot
tryna f+ck around with sweet, i bet your ass missed my foot
i’ll wipe a ham down like he had a little schmus
tryna touch my bone, i’ll turn your shirt maroon
i was up gettin’ bread when you were watchin’ cartoons
when big sweet’s in the stu’, i get it hotter than june
bars hot like the sun, skimp wide like the moon
i’m quick to draw on these fools, like it was high noon
how you think you’re a goon when your girl bust my toons?
yeah you talk like a k!ller but you’re a f+ckin’ buffoon
irene’s askin’ when i’m comin’ with the pack, i said soon

[chorus]
all vigilant, you could never trick me
they gotta catch me, i don’t care if they fl!ck me
a lotta hoes flock to sweet but i can’t f+ck a “pick me”
that’s the type of b+tch to wait until i’m down and then kick me
yeah, i’m from the ‘burbs, but no i’m not from yipsee
i don’t drink liqour, but this cup got my tipsy
five+seven in my wasteband, pressin’ on my kidney
arp on my lap the same size as a pygmy



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