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$weet-t - lucky dragon lyrics

[intro]
(bobblehead music)

[verse]
ridin’ with the bomb got me feelin’ like a terrorist
all my hoes cold, i could never pick the fairest
from the girls to the guns to the goods, it’s the rarest
don’t play with my team ‘less you wanna get embarassed
how the f+ck you slidin’ down with your square ass?
have my youngin up switchers, strip you down to your bare ass
treasure trove in the ‘wood, i only smoke rare gas
katy on my line, said she need a lil’ sass
darell f+ckin’ up my blinds, he be tweakin’ off the glass
sh+llcatcher on the chop, i ain’t worriеd ’bout the brass
how you talkin’ down on $weet beggin’ dutch for a pass?
white rum, lеmon cherry, you be smokin’ dead grass
get your b+tch off my phone with her freaky lil’ ass
hit your b+tch on the low with my sneaky lil’ ass
mr. scare the hoes off with your creepy+old ass
to the club and throw a rack on kiki lil’ ass

[verse 2]
get my stack on and i get it gone fast
thinkin’ bigger, better sh+t, you be caught up in the past
you a dumb+ass simp, probably give a b+tch your last
sent dutch down your block, he’ll be havin’ a blast
with a glock and the k, that’s compare and contrast
run up on big $weet, i get to tearin’ that ass
b+tch talkin’ crazy, don’t remember when i asked
all the oppositions sick that they’re gettin’ surpassed
tryna get down on me? you don’t got a fair chance
no, i’ll never squaredance, but i could make a square dance
when my plug sniff k and he [?] h+lla plants
this gun in my hand’ll put p+ss in your pants
b+tch said i’m sweet, i said, “not for too long”
i got fiends on my line ’cause i need my money longer
unc’ put the weed down ’cause he said it’s too strong
irine keep sayin’ that she need somethin’ stronger
[verse 3]
jackie do blow and go hard on the kibble
know my youngin finna blow ’cause he could rap and dribble
my main got a play off of sour and sibble
six hour, my lab boys tuckin’ a pistol
whole lot of chops, i could probably top sada
my youngin flunked out, but he still my top shotta
mixed man talkin’ ’bout the mahabharata
my man movin’ ‘bows in a hyundai sonata

[outro]
(good looking, cali)

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