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one take (solo) - sweaty martians lyrics

[intro: earl sweatshirt]
young nino…
come through shining
400 for the free throw
you don’t wanna fight the boy
i got too many hands for you
pastor troy

[verse 1: earl sweatshirt]
what’s the haps n*gga
quick hat tips to the pack n*gga
ride around chest full of past swishers
eyes red like you took a bad picture
b*tch ass n*gga want no problem
whole clique gully like old ramen
loked, riding on the coastline
and then my ho driving with a coke problem
so ’bout it, co*pilot
no pictures, i won’t sign it
old b*tch and she know n*ggas
who know n*ggas who hold llamas
checks synch, got the gold on ’em
goes throwed it cause the flow timing
fresh to death and i blow chronic
in sf, so i’m 49ing
this is that sh*t
cat daddy with a fat b*tch
pack navvy with the black tint
nak nasty with the back smith
spit crack, and i’m chapped lips
buck nasty, get smacked quicker
than flash*dancing in black kicks
for them racks, thrashing, i’m back b*tch like–
[outro: matt martians and unknown person]
swag
ohhhh!
swag, take three!

- sweaty martians lyrics

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