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$weet-t - uncanny valley lyrics

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

[chorus]
breakin’ blocks down and zippin’ baggies, pluggin’ addys in the navi’
totin’ chops like we iraqi, makin’ money make me happy
talkin’ like the plug, the only bird you ever touched was flappy
talkin’ to the plug, we both happy when i copy daffy
purple off the orange hair look like i’m smokin’ daphne
i could hit the ross and dress for less and steal your b+tch in khakis
boy, you not no motherf+ckin’ boss, you a f+ckin’ lackey
b+tch just called me pappi, chew me, eat me up like laffey taffey

[verse 1]
$weet been coppin’ ‘bows for a minute, you still stuck on happies
and you eatin’ mackies, hit your allies just to cop a snacky
b+tches still callin’ out to shows we threw in cincinnati
like my b+tches sassy (phineas), better miss me with the chatted kafi
yeah, we got the heresies in the ‘bows, but we not apache
.556 slammin’ down the two made him duck like daffy
my play in the uncanny valley, toasted in the alley
opps see $weet and run ’cause my guns sound like a grand finale
if i don’t got no crud to blow down, then i’m extra crabby
presidential pack touch down and it’s not too shabby
lemon cherry off the caddy, slap your mama, who’s your daddy?
need the m’s and k’s like mr. mackey, money make me happy
[chorus]
breakin’ blocks down and zippin’ baggies, pluggin’ addys in the navi’
totin’ chops like we iraqi, makin’ money make me happy
talkin’ like the plug, the only bird you ever touched was flappy
talkin’ to the plug, we both happy when i copy daffy
purple off the orange hair look like i’m smokin’ daphne
i could hit the ross and dress for less and steal your b+tch in khakis
boy, you not no motherf+ckin’ boss, you a f+ckin’ lackey
b+tch just called me pappi, chew me, eat me up like laffey taffey

[verse 2]
b+tch so f+ckin’ wet, i need a wipe me down, who got a nappy?
you won’t catch me wearin’ fake ice, i don’t do nothin’ tacky
don’t press me ’bout nothin’ but paper or i’m gettin’ snappy
whole brick of white girl, this b+tch big as tammy
hit your b+tch’s crib late, made her bust it out them jammies
we don’t never go on dates, she just be throwin’ $weet punanny
whole gang ride with tools, we grew up watchin’ handy manny
don’t run up on $weet, this chopper sh+t and fart like danny
your whole squad’s some f+ckin’ snakes and rats, rikki+tikki+tavi
everywhere i go, i got a bl!cky and some baggies
run up and i’ma cook you like a krabby patty
b+tch booty so big, it looks fake, but it’s natty

[chorus]
breakin’ blocks down and zippin’ baggies, pluggin’ addys in the navi’
totin’ chops like we iraqi, makin’ money make me happy
talkin’ like the plug, the only bird you ever touched was flappy
talkin’ to the plug, we both happy when i copy daffy
purple off the orange hair look like i’m smokin’ daphne
i could hit the ross and dress for less and steal your b+tch in khakis
boy, you not no motherf+ckin’ boss, you a f+ckin’ lackey
b+tch just called me pappi, chew me, eat me up like laffey taffey

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