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Roc Marciano - Sweet Nothings Lyrics

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  • Weep the click to the weapon click
  • Ship up a brick and hit the script the best shit
  • 8 hour shifts, out of town power trips
  • Politics, nigga stole the hollow tips
  • On from the bottom *****
  • Keep a shawty like I brought 'em *****
  • I'm all about a dollar might find me out with my collar flipped
  • Kiss the money like a sweet lover
  • 10 seats in the beamer ,peanut butter
  • The teens gutter my skin got the green color in between the covers
  • We the henny in between crumpets
  • In the air but slut I whisper sweet nothings
  • Sit right verse control *****es like puppets
  • Mixes scarf jamaican cango
  • Do the tango on the ayo like puffy J Lo
  • Range rov' not the loreto
  • I'm back ***** long 38 with the potato
  • Play a lil tic toe with the bro like a pack of lipto
  • Put all that papa make the lipto make your dick grow
  • Keep you humble flip the dough by the bonto
  • Blow the smoke out the sundown if it's real
  • Gator's tail, get off my --- ,
  • Dog set to the tip but I ain't even trip
  • Niggers bet they ain't even leave a tip but it's a diff
  • So I never once felt to need to mention it
  • I don't even mention it my nigga
  • It's nothing, sweet nothings
  • It's nothing, sweet nothings
  • It's nothing, sweet nothings
  • Ham stad, It's nothing, sweet nothings
  • Hundred block
  • I earned my status at the base
  • Bagging bass it's just a matter of taste
  • My roots in the ghetto was chained I escaped
  • Got a couple wounds howled at the moon
  • Pulled the 2 11 hopped up in the seven
  • Niggas got it twisted this is just not checkless
  • Visions of wealth through the eyes of prophets
  • Or my home stay pocket red bone of chocolate
  • Drop the money on the count of top
  • I'm thinking out the box
  • I sound like the cow fox
  • With the fox 10 power squats
  • Pull the dreadlocks
  • You pull the sour up medicine crop
  • Connect the dots, but leopards have spots
  • I rest with the heckle and *****s sturd the pots
  • Purple tops cops circle the blocks
  • Black weapons but not the ones bird rock
  • Still with the jocks money off the books purp shots
  • Murder plots word to my pops nigga
  • It's nothing, sweet nothings
  • It's nothing, sweet nothings
  • It's nothing, sweet nothings

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