BROCKHAMPTON – SWEET lyrics

[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract & Robert Ontenient]
F***, s***! (*laughter*)
F***! (*coughing*)
Ah-ha-ha, I didn’t—ha-ha-ha, ah! F***!
I didn’t know it was gonna—hehe
I didn’t know it was gonna hit your dick
Ah, damn that shit {bleep}
Me llamo Roberto
Wait, what? That’s a “Roberto”?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained man, better offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racists doin’ weird shit
Like, this’ll make the biopic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s, get the wing and tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls? (eh)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting
Making ’em say “ugh!”, they worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I’ll remind ’em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain’t no one claimin’ yo mans
It’s all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyoncé’ll take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich suburbs, a civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man, everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a honeybutter, vodka in a Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter, puttin’ lean in my Sprite can

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears

[Verse 5: Joba]
It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
“You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Dave East – Set It Off

[Intro: Jada Pinkett Smith, Queen Latifa, & Vivica A. Fox]
This money got you trippin’
Now what you gon’ do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y’all thinkin’?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get enough change to get us up outta here
And that’s all it is, Stoney
We need some real money

[Verse 1]
These niggas can’t smoke or can’t drink with me (at all)
The realest alive, come and meet with me
I’m in your city, bad bitches gon’ link with me (link up)
First class, I don’t check bags, I just carry on all this Louis shit (LV)
Just hit your wife, she on some groupie shit (yeah)
I found me a bad and a boujee bitch (bad)
I jump out the wagon with hooligans
I ask for back but I’m back in the mood again
I dropped out of class, don’t need tutorin’ (fuck em)
That 600, I’m maneuverin’
Maybach comin’ this week (this week)
I need some head ’til I get weak (uh)
GemStar at your wind piece (uh)
Black .40 match the Benz seats (ooh)
I might pull up more than 10 deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood all on your t-shirt (shirt)
These niggas just pussies, they been sweet (I know it)
You wouldn’t believe what I been through
Used to bend through on the 10 speed (uh)

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Verse 2]
I’m somewhere gettin’ a manicure
Reach for my chain and I’m lettin’ this hammer off
.40 on me, they don’t check the artist
Harlem crippin’, I’ma rep regardless
We lookin’ for you and your man and the way we gon’ throw it at him, he an extra target
I ain’t into all that extra talkin’ (nah)
He ridin’ with you, then the TEC’ll park him
I let a hollow go right in his face then walk by him like I never saw him
The price stay, we don’t ever bargain (never)
Investin’ right, I’ma stress the market
They talk like they gangsta but never walk it
If twelve niggas front, that’s eleven coffins (eleven)
I throw ’em thirty and head to Boston (thirty)
That here a .30, you better toss ’em (throw that)
I flip the patty like, "Oh God" (patty)
Fillin’ up baggies, my old job (old job)
They dope boys and now they goin’ up (up)
I ain’t had nothin’, I’m gon’ rob (rob)
I can’t relate to these soft niggas (I can’t)
My OG just told me, "Just go hard"
I don’t give a fuck ’bout who hatin’
I’m on vacation, I send ’em a postcard
Me and my daughter be matchin’ (matchin’)
Came up on the corner, I’m trappin’ (trap)
Don’t fuck with this shit, y’all be jackin’ (jack)
I’m from the trenches, you cannot imagine
I ride with my Ruger, I got me a cougar and she look just like Toni Braxton
Shark face, that’s an Aston, .45 got me saggin’

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Outro: Queen Latifa]
I want some more motherfuckin’ money

Sweet – Brockhampton lyrics

Lyrics Brockhampton – Sweet

Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Until you high as a .. with race eyes (chronic) doin’ weird s**t
Like, this’ll make your bio-pic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s
Get the wing tings
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-a*s ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls?(sweet)

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.

The original lick-splickety
Higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally
Master with no limiting
Making em say ugh
They worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip
In your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it
I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on
I’ll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn
Everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams
And take another glance
Running a clinic
No scans
Ain’t no one claiming
Yo mans
It’s all pertaining
To plan
Call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen
Each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep.

Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many h**s right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption
Broke-a*s rich suburbs
I said they ain’t shot, third war
We just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
I need a honeybutter
Vodka in an Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger
All the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter
Puttin’ lean in my Sprite can.

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.

I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears.

It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me versuri-lyrics.info
“You better get them grades up
If you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world
You could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know.

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.(sweet)

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shittt.(sweet)
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