Arch Druids - Sweet Nothings lyrics

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Arch Druids - Sweet Nothings lyrics

[Verse 1] Whip the clit 'til the weapon click Chef up a brick and hit the strip with the best sh** 8 hour shifts, out of town power trips Politics, n***as throwin' hollow tips I'm from the bottom b**h Keep a shotty like a bottom b**h I'm all about a dollar might find me out with my collar flipped Kiss the money like a sweet lover Tan seats in the Beamer, peanut bu*ter The team's gutter, my skin got the green color Queen between the covers, weed and Henny, never tea and crumpets In the ear of a s*ut I whisper sweet nothings Sip White Russians, control b**hes like puppets Mink scarf, Jamaican Kangol Do the tango on the yayo like Puff and J. Lo(Take that,take that) Range Rov' not the Laredo I'm back b**h long 38 with the potato Play it low, tiptoe with the bro like Apocalypto But all that poppin' at the lip don't make your dick grow Keep it humble, flip the dope by the bundle Blow the smoke outta the sunroof, it's real Gator's tailored, get off my dick Dog said to the tick, but I ain't even trip n******gs bet they ain't even leave a tip but it's a diff So I never once felt to need to mention it I don't even mention it my n***a [Hook] It's nothing, sweet nothings It's nothing, sweet nothings It's nothing, sweet nothings Ham stad, It's nothing, sweet nothings Hundred block [Verse 2] I earned my status at the base Bagging base it's just a matter of taste My roots in the ghetto was chained I escaped Got a couple wounds howled at the moon Pulled the 211 hopped up in the seven n***as got it twisted this is chess just not checkers Visions of wealth through the eyes of prophets All my hoes stay in pocket, redbone to chocolate Drop the money on the counter tops I'm thinking out the box I sound like the Kawasakis With the fox 10 power squats Pull the dreadlocks You pull the sour out the medicine crop Connect the dots, but leopards have spots I rest with the Heckler and Koch's stirred the pots Purple tops cops circle the blocks Black weapons but not the ones Bird rock Still with the jux money off the books purrp shots Murder plots word to my pops n***a [Hook 2] It's nothing, sweet nothings It's nothing, sweet nothings It's nothing, sweet nothings