salt water taffy - $weet-t & danny g beats lyrics
[intro: dj lucas]
yeah
dj, dj, let me talk my talk
ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat (his name is pablo)
clean
(d*mn, jakesand)
dj
yeah
[verse 1: dj lucas]
mom knew i was crazy, said she always saw the signs (crazy)
f*ckin’ up the competition, they ain’t stayin’ with the times (no)
yeah, shorty had an episode just like amanda bynes (yeah)
i talk my talk, but don’t be missing all the sh*t between the lines (dj)
why you hatin’ on the movement, boy? that probably isn’t wise (dark world)
was in that college double*parked, the neighbors peepin’ out the blinds (yoom)
i got a custy coppin’ ounces, all he rock is vineyard vines (clean)
i be screamin’ at the mic just like i’m rondonumbanine (ah)
yeah, tearin’ up the cellophane, it turn into a baggie (trap)
from a small town, you don’t even gotta send the addy (yoom)
catch me chillin’ on the cape eatin’ saltw*ter taffy (clean)
shorty wear her clothes baggy ’cause she’s tryna hide the fatty
no, it’s not about the money, no, it’s not about the fame (money)
every time they actin’ funny, i just charge it to the game (hah)
mom and dad would get upset when i would put on lil wayne (hah)
the labels know that they won’t be able to market me the same (dj)
[verse 2: $weet*t]
i’m with my mans at the marble bar slappin’ “special k”
$weet*t and dj on the track, so it’s a special day
the shrooms got me seein’ god, i’m livin’ life the devil’s way
got a stack full of blues, pinks, and green, my money segregated
couldn’t get the drops on $weet, i’m book smart and street*educated
i’m dedicated, but by now, that info should be predicated
i always get right to it, i never hesitated
last name winner, first name designated
and my squad talks that talk, but we also walk that walk
tryna walk up on me, i’ll get you outlined in chalk
your whole team’s full of corns, don’t make me chop your stalk
dj needed a bird, $kid pulled up with a hawk
i can’t leave $kid around dj or his whip’ll be converter*less
so many ‘bows around this b*tch, i feel like a herbalist
i don’t take l’s, b*tch, i’m here to win the tournament
you got 9×19, my gun’ll knock you out the firmament
some say i’m a bad guy, some say i’m nefarious
i serve my fiend ’til she nods out, it’s hilarious
i get the bag with my team and break it down like darius
you rap about the bag, but every lyric is vicarious
the way i live my life is methodic
irene don’t wanna cop, she just be testin’ all the product
i be slappin’ pounds of mids, but i only smoke exotic
i’m a mammal, but your girl’s so wet, she made my d*ck aquatic
everything that i’m smoking on is stellar
when the feds come around, i go from $weet to h*llen keller
’cause i be hangin’ with the buyers and the sellers
i know an old*head from the mountains servin’ shine out the cellar
i’m like homer ’bout my dough, the plug keep drank like moe
i’ll call dilch up and have him paint your block like david choe
they think i’m not with it ’cause i’m white like the snow
call me kurtis, boy, i’ll really up this b*tch and blow
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