Black Sweets
E The Profit
GENRE
[Intro]
Ha, yeah
I said "black Sweets, and I got two-"
Yeah, black Sweets, and I got two
Mmm
[Chorus]
Black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat
Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet
Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week
Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef
How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week?
Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet"
She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly"
Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly
[Verse 1]
E The Profit, diamonds on my watch tell me it's demon time
Heaven sent, this nine right on my hip, that shit my piece of mind
Worried 'bout no bitch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm passin' easy dimes
If I die, my girl gon' diе with me, she like Eva Braun
Ballin' likе I'm evil 'Bron, back in Miami
Rapper weed, cop it by the ounce, we don't do grammies
SRT Hellcat 'bout to pounce, I don't do Camrys
Take the kids, kick her out my house, I can't do nannies
[Chorus]
Black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat
Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet
Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week
Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef
How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week?
Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet"
She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly"
Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly
[Verse 2]
Okay, I move smoove
Boolin' with my dawg, this ain't Blues Clues
Make her get to steppin' like she Duke Deuce
Baby this that nu-nu
Apple, grapes, and oranges, I got juice too
Give your girl a life that she ain't used to
I'm just getting loose, boo
Chain on me, it's hanging like a noose, ooh
Way too many options, I can't choose who
She down for the crew, cool
She think I'm the shit, I said, "It's mutual"
Same city, I just got a new view
[Chorus]
Plus I got these black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat
Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet
Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week
Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef
How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week?
Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet"
She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly"
Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly
Ha, yeah
I said "black Sweets, and I got two-"
Yeah, black Sweets, and I got two
Mmm
[Chorus]
Black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat
Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet
Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week
Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef
How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week?
Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet"
She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly"
Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly
[Verse 1]
E The Profit, diamonds on my watch tell me it's demon time
Heaven sent, this nine right on my hip, that shit my piece of mind
Worried 'bout no bitch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm passin' easy dimes
If I die, my girl gon' diе with me, she like Eva Braun
Ballin' likе I'm evil 'Bron, back in Miami
Rapper weed, cop it by the ounce, we don't do grammies
SRT Hellcat 'bout to pounce, I don't do Camrys
Take the kids, kick her out my house, I can't do nannies
[Chorus]
Black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat
Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet
Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week
Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef
How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week?
Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet"
She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly"
Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly
[Verse 2]
Okay, I move smoove
Boolin' with my dawg, this ain't Blues Clues
Make her get to steppin' like she Duke Deuce
Baby this that nu-nu
Apple, grapes, and oranges, I got juice too
Give your girl a life that she ain't used to
I'm just getting loose, boo
Chain on me, it's hanging like a noose, ooh
Way too many options, I can't choose who
She down for the crew, cool
She think I'm the shit, I said, "It's mutual"
Same city, I just got a new view
[Chorus]
Plus I got these black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat
Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet
Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week
Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef
How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week?
Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet"
She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly"
Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly
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