Top Songs By Twocci Sweets
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Alexis raglin
Songwriter
Tyler Pippens
Songwriter
Lyrics
My brodie got the moves
I got the sauce, we bout to do numbers
Blue cheese, whole lotta green like some cucumbers
Back when I was broke
That's when bitches use to sleep on me
Now I pop out in RL and double G on me
Chain cold enough to make a thot bitch sneeze on it
They hate it they cant fake it
They get sad when they see sweets coming
I ain't even bothered by no haters I don't see em honestly
But I know they watching
They ion see it but I keep it on me
Look all you want but don't touch
You worried bout a bitch I could really give two fucks
Why would I worried bout a slut
When I sit back and run it up
Lil bitch pop perk, now she tryna suck
I drip in the best get a mop wipe it up
Lil bro got a play, get the card swipe it up
Tryna hand mea cup make sure it's spiked up
I don't wanna hear yo voice lil bitch light up
Soon as we get good, We gone meet a bust down
King of the sauce gone and hand me the crown
Walk around by myself, i'm the man in my town
She like when I talk, her panties they drown
Crumble with the za
Woods hitting like Pacquiao
Pack too loud
Mama yelling, turn that down
I ain't even smoke it in the house Ma
I broke the pack down
I was high as fuck
I hit the mail box when I backed out
Bitch tryna kick it
I don't kick it I make money moves
I'm tryna hit her for some Lou's
Or two pair of Gabbana shoes
Or should I take her too a lot
So she can get lil sweets a car
They heard she did that shit for me
They say lil Twocci got that drop
And she got that gwap
Got that top and she sloppy with it
I was post to smash her than pass her
But she got addicted
She was tryna fuck me then cuff me
But she never mentioned she had a bitch the whole time
She call that girl her babysitter
Bitch
You ain't shit uh
Hell nah we cant lay up and take no pics uh
Hell nah we cant take bro on no lick uh
And u know I get a buck like Melo with the knicks uh
Niggas watch me like i'm CNN
Cause i'm coming with some power like i'm Ben 10
Ion really fuck with niggas unless yo name Benjamin
Tap in with the team so we can get it in
Niggas laugh at everything, won't laugh cause they broke
Niggas what you laughing for?
Nigga you are the joke
Lil mama know what's on my mind
Yea she know i'm tryna poke
Hit her in all white, I was drenched like the pope
Nigga i'm too clean, hand sanitizer no soap
Niggas tryna ride my wave, i'm too far on the boat
In the bottom of the ocean, dick deep in her throat
Still making plays touch down when I throw
I don't even laugh at niggas
I just keeping upping the score
When they think I fell off, here I go with that roll
They be tryna lock in, but I ain't tryna be the coach
Too much money ain't enough
So i'ma keep getting that dough
Got it all over the floor and she like it
I make her pick it up
3 grams in my woods, yea i like em double stuff
I blew a slab this week
I got thru 3 of them a month
I ain't finna sale you none cause you ain't paying what I want
Writer(s): Thomas Walker
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