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$weet-t - strawberry cough lyrics

[verse]
money meetin’ with the plug at the bag of the loft
skid blockin’ the block, i’ma lock up the soft
my crud so loud, you get cooked off a waft
but unc’ still swear by the strawberry cough
irine wanna front, she really need a wash
i’m on the front porch with drac’ like josh
buggin’ big $weet ’til dutch get you squashed
you should know by now not to play with a boss
my crew’s full of demons, not whiny punks
this big+ass gun’ll make you tiny chunks
irine did the whole ball like one tiny bump
my e pill play look like tea on a trum
omaba just called, so we bringin’ back the eighties
eighter in my pocket, waitin’ for katy
hutch did the chain, you got yours in macys
couple ‘za packs and a gun for my safety
talkin’ code with the plug, i need a biggened tastе
talkin’ code with the plug, i need ten chickеn nuggets
made it this far, only choice is to thug it
if you ain’t already gang, then f+ck you and suck it
girls gunnin’ the whip, so big i can’t tuck it
if 12 flash the lights, i’ma speed up and chuck it
play around with $weet like you think you can cut it
’til dutch cut you up and put you in a bucket
you lost me the second you brought up a budget
the dope so clean, ain’t no way we could f+dg+ it
big+ass glock, i sure love to bust it
dutch load the glock and turn you to a russet
double the net worth for double the options
i’m tryna run it up and cop a bubble watson
irine a cold cat, bangin’ lines on some boxin’
white gang stir on the opposite of hopson
keep sippin’ green, you’d turn into yoda
darell drink pop and mix opp with the soda
i got a lot of fiends, you ain’t be in my quota
ten ‘bows in the trunk, you would think i’m the coda
play flyin’ in, gotta stack to the ceiling
when the work touch down, it’s a wonderful feeling
one gun in the open until i’m concealing
when this chop sing, i bet them tires start squealing
playin’ catch up like you’re sponsored by heinz
when i put the buffs on, i can read between the lines
the opps in denial, sayin’, “$weet ain’t divine”
your b+tch heard my tracks and made me a shrine
yeah, you’re going hoes thirty, that’s ’cause it’s a nine
one round from my gun will change your design
p+ssin’ big $weet off like stepping on a mine
one call to dutchmaster, it’s the end of the line

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