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lirik lagu sweet chin muzik – hbk kidd

[verse]
it’s the walking chandelier
the man in here, no cans of beer
just champagne, i hand it here
i bossed up, i planned my year
just toured down lenox mall, and i had some fans in there
then, came back to the d, they showed me love, i landed here
when i throw the ice on, i open up a can of fear
‘cause they scared to get they hoes took
soon as when they hoes look
i’m ballin’ like a no*look, can do this sh*t with no hook
your b*tch got a list of n*ggas she f*cked, i’m in your hoe book
know what? let’s talk about some other sh*t
how i’m worth a couple bricks, and you be on the sucka sh*t?
i’ll take your mouth and muzzle it
you talk too much, “hbk, you floss too much”
ain’t sh*t to me that cost too much, in this boat * no nautica
audemars, i wear the rollie, whip a foreign like it’s stoley
water on me like it’s holy, ‘bout to cop another trophy
get the f*ck out if you comin’ just to get to know me
if you love me, better show me
show that ass, you better for me
fake and phony hoes get passed ‘round, i take the homie
told my jeweler, “flood it with vvs’ and lay it on me”
smack your mouth with hunids
now, watch what the f*ck you sayin’, homie
been through it all, i know that somebody prayin’ for me
hatin’ on me only gon’ lead to your hoe tooken
keep f*ckin’ ‘round, it’s gon’ lead to your soul tooken
long live roc, i know that my bro lookin’
smilin’ down on me and seein’ his bro cookin’
not ten years ago, i was mad about them show*bookin’s
‘cause i ain’t have no ice on me to keep the hoes lookin’
now, i’m all in front
with your hoe, drinkin’, she smoke all the blunts
taught yall how to stunt, stolen style, so we call ‘em fronts
call ‘em up, them two hoes ready, i f*ck ‘em all at once
bouncers won’t let yall in the club, yall f*ckin’? yall with us
chopped it up with l’s, but came back and got some w’s
you came back when i got up, so i can’t f*ck with you
bosses who it’s nothin’ to
so, when i say i’m ‘bout to hit the mall and spendin’ like ten
then, it’s nothin’, boo
comfortable when spendin’ when i can get it in an hour
your b*tch got a fetish for n*ggas with tatts in the shower
been a fresh n*gga since the first explorer with eddie bauer
i think about money every second of every hour
i heard ‘em talkin’ bad, now, they faces lookin’ sour
i did this for the motherf*ckin’ haters and the doubters

[outro]
bylug the realist clique
all my n*ggas gettin’ rich
champagne, spillin’ cris*
real n*ggas spendin’ sh*t

- hbk kidd

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