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Sweet! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, aye)
Robyn Debanx, I stay with a shank
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, aye)
Yeah
I think that she rap, she my Lil Baby
My bruh, bangin' blue, like he in the Navy
I count up the blues when I'm looking wavy
She gon' say she in love, but she actually hate me
Uh
Don't be catching feelings, it ain't part of the plan
Fine bitch foreign, I'm telling her damn
She see I got money so she think I'm the man
Already knowing that she for the streets
It's no competition, they cannot compete
Wanna buss down, a chain, wanna get a new piece
I'm stepping, Balenciaga on my feet
I Prada my bitch, got her looking sweet
I Carti my eye, got me looking sweet
I ghost my stick, gotta be discrete
And they think shit sweet, they ain't knowin' me
Uh
And the feds asking questions, ima leave them guessing
Ran down in that house, guess they look for weapons
Ima make it back fast, guess that shit a blessing
(Yea it was a blessing)
Uh
Seen shit on that block posted with the felons (I seen it)
R.I.P Glock, know you up in heaven
Rest in peace Guap, know you up in heaven
R.I.P Black, know you up in heaven
Mmm
If you turn your back, it won't be no beggin'
Ima just let my absence be a lesson
And I'm doing good but I ain't no Megan
And I'm doing good, I won't show depression
And I'm doing good, I won't show aggression
Cool lil' nigga, Ima show progression (Yeah)
I think that she rap, she my Lil Baby
My bruh, bangin' blue, like he in the Navy
I count up the blues when I'm looking wavy
She gon' say she in love, but she actually hate me
Uh
Don't be catching feelings, it ain't part of the plan
Fine bitch foreign, I'm telling her damn
She see I got money so she think I'm the man
Already knowing that she for the streets
It's no competition, they cannot compete
Wanna buss down a chain, wanna get a new piece
I'm stepping, Balenciaga on my feet
I Prada my bitch, got her looking sweet
I Carti my eye, got me looking sweet
I ghost my stick, gotta be discrete
And they think shit sweet, they ain't knowin' me