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Sweet Video (MV)




Performed By: Alix Shell
Language: English
Length: 3:29
Written by: Alexis-Vincent BESSIGUE-ONAÏNA




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The last time I had some under my teeth to eat
It was so sweet
I wish, I wish, I wish I could recALL
The things I ate, I hate
I starve and I'm gonna hit back then
Until now, back when I had miles
Back when, where I could fly
The time don't pass but people go
Where I started, but where I started
Was a chew
I get a chip and a cheap, the tip
I want to eat chicken fish
I want a chick, a chick with cheeks
But when I think about what I hate
I should rest to pass my hunger
I should sweat to pass my time
I fall on time, once upon a time
I had a night vision back
I backed my inner will hop say kill
Hip, say smith
Will Smith's not the man
So who put you in
Put a dot on a K
A Jay before Z, a big before me
Biggie passes the torch to me
To put even the pope of rap in school
I heard a lot of swimmers died
Swimming is hard when alcohol
Eat you from the interior
But I haven't got out of the pool
The pool I stay in
My lane, I got more chance to score three before James
Destroy the hook, what he done
By the way, my, my, my
Michael Jordan was more classy
Classic in the way
So Kobe had a break
He choose whether he gon' power or score from a distance
Still Ronaldinho's laughing
When he observe the distance
Between the hands and feet
I mean between the feet and hands
But the score is bigger
Now you shoot from the opposite side of the field
Still feel the same
But if you take a boxer that tryna score
Hit on your face real precise
Hit on your face
We think about it as a disgrace
For the, tiny, little, little, double you, baby
While niggas, flipped scared, I'm flipping scared
I took my ways out of the street
When you eat the wood, high Hollywood
Stood, I understood that
Uppercut is bout to leave you in the woods
Asking for where is my good
Should
I say some for my negroes out there
Only lesson is just to do before
The sport before the event
Don't ask him none, don't look for none
Just watch your front
Cause if it's not the pop that smoke
Then for fortunately
It's gon' be the popo
For sure, for sure
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The last time I had some under my teeth to eat
It was so sweet
I wish, I wish, I wish I could recALL
The things I ate, I hate
I starve and I'm gonna hit back then
Until now, back when I had miles
Back when, where I could fly
The time don't pass but people go
Where I started, but where I started
Was a chew
I get a chip and a cheap, the tip
I want to eat chicken fish
I want a chick, a chick with cheeks
But when I think about what I hate
I should rest to pass my hunger
I should sweat to pass my time
I fall on time, once upon a time
I had a night vision back
I backed my inner will hop say kill
Hip, say smith
Will Smith's not the man
So who put you in
Put a dot on a K
A Jay before Z, a big before me
Biggie passes the torch to me
To put even the pope of rap in school
I heard a lot of swimmers died
Swimming is hard when alcohol
Eat you from the interior
But I haven't got out of the pool
The pool I stay in
My lane, I got more chance to score three before James
Destroy the hook, what he done
By the way, my, my, my
Michael Jordan was more classy
Classic in the way
So Kobe had a break
He choose whether he gon' power or score from a distance
Still Ronaldinho's laughing
When he observe the distance
Between the hands and feet
I mean between the feet and hands
But the score is bigger
Now you shoot from the opposite side of the field
Still feel the same
But if you take a boxer that tryna score
Hit on your face real precise
Hit on your face
We think about it as a disgrace
For the, tiny, little, little, double you, baby
While niggas, flipped scared, I'm flipping scared
I took my ways out of the street
When you eat the wood, high Hollywood
Stood, I understood that
Uppercut is bout to leave you in the woods
Asking for where is my good
Should
I say some for my negroes out there
Only lesson is just to do before
The sport before the event
Don't ask him none, don't look for none
Just watch your front
Cause if it's not the pop that smoke
Then for fortunately
It's gon' be the popo
For sure, for sure
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Writer: Alexis-Vincent BESSIGUE-ONAÏNA
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