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cheese touch - sweet t lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
(d*mn, jakesand)

[verse 1]
one thing to know about sweet, is that i got that motion
trigger finger itchy, somebody pass the lotion
my pop got a sparkle, you would think i’m brewin’ potions
bro pulled up like dmx, the chop’ turned him frank ocean
i don’t care about your opinions, big sweet needs his portions
i’d even commit extortion, on a group of orphans
irene chased the dragon, and went and took a tortions
all my opps developed fully, then get turned to abortions
i’m goin’ all around the globe, call me magellan
keep that fire in my hand, i’ll squeeze it at your melon
i’m blind and deaf, when the beef go down, you could call me helen
i’m hangin’ with them felons, even though i’m built like ellen
[chorus]
i be cookin’ in the lab, [?]
if you want me on your track, pull a number, get in line
the only thing that never changed, was the money on my mind
it’s sweet*t, but you should call me coffee how i grind
i be cookin’ in the lab, [?]
if you want me on your track, pull a number, get in line
the only thing that never changed, was the money on my mind
it’s sweet*t, but you should call me coffee how i grind

[verse 2]
we all know the way i speak is distinguished
all you’ll ever be is a rapper, i’m big sweet the linguist
but when the feds pull me over, me no speaky engrish
you know i keep that fire on me that’ll get you extinguished
but i get hoes wets like figi, you chiefly use the fifi
i don’t gotta wet my opps, when they see the bl!ck, they pee pee
i just upped a new glock, i was feelin’ kinda cheeky
put a switch on that b*tch, now it’s time to get freaky
big sweet be touchin’ more cheese, [?]
and when them feds get behind me, i yell out, “guten tag!”
four fifty bushmaster, i’ll drop you like a hog
in the trap with dutchmaster, servin’ irene the dog

[chorus]
i be cookin’ in the lab, [?]
if you want me on your track, pull a number, get in line
the only thing that never changed, was the money on my mind
it’s sweet*t, but you should call me coffee how i grind
i be cookin’ in the lab, [?]
if you want me on your track, pull a number, get in line
the only thing that never changed, was the money on my mind
it’s sweet*t, but you should call me coffee how i grind
[verse 3]
don’t get caught up thinking you’re the one, i’ll turn you to a zero
the chop’ don’t stop spittin’, i call it ben shapiro
you’re the type to cop a bl!ck, and think that you’re a hero
i’ll drop you in greektown then cop a gyro
you might talk alright, but i swear i speak the dirtiest
you can try and do me dirty, but i promise i’m imperviouse
i’ll cut up on a b*tch like i’m perseus
then throw her ass the fourty ball just to be curteous
pedal to the metal, spinnin’ whis in the rotunda
white and cold like the tundra, sparkin’ sh*t like i’m bubba
big chopper in the whip, that b*tch go dundundunda
tryna f*ck around with sweet*t, then you must be a dumb*dumb

- sweet t lyrics

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