Trip Lee - Shweet | Текст песни

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[Chorus:]
Hands in the air
Make a little noise in the stands if you there
Brag on the God man if you there
Only if you there
That'd be shweet
What if when we brag
It wasn't about the clothes with the tags
That'd be shweet
What if when you brag
It's about Him who's the first and the last
That'd be shweet

Heard em talking like it's hot man
Somebody got it gassed up on that octane
Look I hate to tell em they ain't better
Better get an umbrella, God reign
Let's go back in time the late 80's
D, Town homie down that's they made me
When I'm backed up I ain't vacay
Feels like I'm home
Thinking bout staying (I ain't staying though)
Already already
Lone Star State bred how can I forget it
But I ain't clapping bout the blue
It's fly how You knit me, I ain't talking bout the shoes (shoe)
I got a lot of problems but I'm straight (that's shweet)
I know my God will toss em in the lake (that's shweet)
How many times I gotta tell you He the boss
Under Him anything a piece of cake

[Chorus]

Heard em talking like it's hot man
Somebody got it gassed up on that octane
Look I hate to tell em they ain't better
Better get an umbrella God reign
I've been in the A a lot this year
Perfecting these songs that I spit here
Never sense 2010 being clear
Everybody talking bout how you gotta live here (I think they got me now)
Already already
Lone Star State bred how can I forget it
Middle School we was bumping Swishahouse
Had a freestyle sounding like them Swishahouse flows
Saying, man hold up, everybody came down, trunk popped, grippin grain baby stay down
Already, wasn't talking bout nothin but a pipe dream
Like man, my wrist froze like ice cream
But He opened up my eyes bruh (shweet)
All my people was surprised bruh (shweet)
Cause I used to rap bout cash that I never had then I came alive bruh

[Chorus]

Heard em talking like it's hot man
Somebody got it gassed up on that octane
Look I hate to tell em they ain't better
Better get an umbrella God reign, huh
Say they make it hot (make it hot)
But they really only try (only try)
My God is the cap'n, He can really make it happen
He been reigning in the sky
They say they make it rain
They really only throwing cash
But my Lord's running in His own lane

Everybody going back (that's shweet)
Everybody going back (that's shweet)
Everybody going back (that's shweet)
Everybody going back (that's shweet)
That's shweet
Not sweet but shweet
With a s, h bro
Yessir
I was built to brag


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