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$weet-t & danny g beats - malcom in the middle lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(come on, little guppy)

[chorus: $weet+t]
yeah, i’m white, but it’s somethin’ big and black on my hip
i dumped my main piece, now i’m smokin’ blacks in the whip
b+tches held my gang down from the stacks that we get
i got some baggy jeans on, but the racks barely fit
man, it’s big $weet and brez, we be rollin’ like the press
my fiend look just like vez, he pop pills like some pez
i ain’t simon, but these hoes do what i says, i ain’t just rhymin’
boy, i keep that glock on me like i’m tez

[verse 1: $weet+t]
i used to stay with west jeff, turned the biddlе
now i’m hangin’ on the east lookin’ like malcolm in the middlе
got enough kibble to send all my fiends to the ‘spital
i’m runnin’ up a big bag, boy, this ain’t nothin’ little
my team used to be a squad of punks
now we’re buffed up with the trunk stuffed, who’d’ve thunk?
my whole gang’s about them bands like javar
i could melt my kit down and buy your whole car
been talkin’ spicy, just started gettin’ icy
don’t f+ck around with $weet, boy, that sh+t can get dicey
if it ain’t about the green, then nothin’ can entice me
all i talk is money and i do that sh+t precisely
got both my feet in the game like some quicksand
skywalkin’ at the set, takin’ fl!cks with the brick man
everybody’s strapped up, we spend a brick with the stick man
took habibi to the mountains and plugged him with the hickman
[chorus: $weet+t]
yeah, i’m white, but it’s somethin’ big and black on my hip
i dumped my main piece, now i’m smokin’ blacks in the whip
b+tches held my gang down from the stacks that we get
i got some baggy jeans on, but the racks barely fit
man, it’s big $weet and brez, we be rollin’ like the press
my fiend look just like vez, he pop pills like some pez
i ain’t simon, but these hoes do what i says, i ain’t just rhymin’
boy, i keep that glock on me like i’m tez

[verse 2: brezden]
huh, yeah, i’m white, but it’s somethin’ big and black in my f+nny
he a wimpy lil’ boy, we might call his ass manny
white b+tch from the bronx, sh+t, i think her name tammy
used to face a whole gram, now i need a whole grammy
i can’t change a f+ckin’ tire, keep a tool, real manly
if he playin’ with the game, we gon’ leave him flat stanley
she just walked up in the room and she wearin’ no panties
got the waiter mad as f+ck ’cause the kid got no manners
i want a burger with no mustard on the bread
if he f+ck up with that sh+t, then i’ma beat it down his legs
smokin’ zotti to the face, i ain’t f+ckin’ with the reg
told the gang i’m stayin’ solid, let me take a f+ckin’ pledge
i was high as f+ck skippin’, i ain’t pledgin’ no allegiance
i just like to shoot the ball, i don’t play no f+ckin’ defense
i might do a show for five, then go blow it all at neimans
on your head i’m puttin’ five, i’ma give it to my demons
huh, yeah, i’m white, but it’s somethin’ big and black in my f+nny
he a wimpy lil’ boy, we might call his ass manny
white b+tch from the bronx, sh+t, i think her name tammy
used to face a whole gram, now i need a whole grammy

- weet t danny g beats lyrics

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