Sweetshop Lyrics – JD Carrib

Sweetshop Lyrics by JD Carrib

Grew up in my town
Barz hitting went outbound
Flow hitting, want em drowned
So I ain’t playing them my sound

Ain’t want your put in n#gg#
On the mound
Serving barz in brum
Were my penny getting found

Grew up in the town
And I write my own sh#t n#gg#
Joker type n#gg# 3 stooges
Little pig n#gg#s

n#gg#s trash heaps
But could never go and pit n#gg#s
They can’t shoot aim
When I do it, it might go piss n#gg#s

I ain’t got time for you bum mother f#ckers
Strike yo #ss to sleep
Undertucker
A kiss ain’t wake yo #ss

Still yo sh#t ain’t getting puckered
Killed these n#gg#s
Dropped a hole one
Still ain’t puttered

n#gg#s take a page out my book
They got no index, in text
Struggle make they ink stretch
To do this sh#t

Needing intellect
I’ve been a boss
I can’t change but with this invest
I’m lone wolf little b#tch boy

Bugging, man yah lil pests
Play I follow sheep
But then I ditch rest
Underground working hard

So I can make it pent
But they suck dick faster than ones with wrists’s bent
I make raps
Lil n#gg#s I ain’t try impress

Them man in drama
I ain’t empresse
Told your boy f#ck you
Incest

Them men a predator
Why them lil n#gg#s you try interest?
n#gg#s tripping send em on a new location
Fry em like they cajun

Cultured but ain’t basian
25 kitts nevis, 75% Jamaican
Expression in my barz
Animation

So tell my n#gg#?
How you wan get curried?
I got barz
De bwoy dem worry

I shoot shots
Nah bust em
Still scurry
Lock pon my eye, dem blurry

Magic in my barz
Then mix it like potions
Coming out smooth like lotion
I got dreams

So like Carrib stay in motion
Warzone in my head exposion, explosion
So I’m the Carrib
Barz came barbaric

Flow wetter than titanic
Colder than the artaric
Got a sick flow
Came chronic

Flow popping, like tonic
Barz blessed
There’s demonic
Rapper, artist

Ain’t a black or white ting though
f#ck a look pingu?
Wan hit numbers on the board
Bingo

Wan make bread
They toast
But they glasses ain’t ping though
Old style beat

New style flow
Real type sh#t n#gg#
And I ain’t mess with co’s
Got barz

Can’t stick with po’s
And my flow ain’t constricted
f#ck a look like?
Ain’t stick boas

Dem man a stay constricted
Coke a pon his c#ck cause they addicted
On a new scene but them man a stay directed
And I murdered pon the beat

But dem man ain’t get conflicted
Snakes hissing in the grass
I got mower
Them n#gg#s b#tches

But ain’t searching for her
Them man in drama
Lyrics came horror
Sprinting try beat me

I’m Mo Farah
Run the court
Speed that I’m on hyper
There barz sweet

But mine riper
Others boys need typer
Can’t f#ck this up
I’m married to this sh#t

I like her
Other n#gg#s f#ck it
But can’t pipe her
These boys bugging

Take your fleashot
Can’t f#ck they mind
Can’t find the sweet spot
Eating faster than a kid in sweetshops

Run this money, boss
Gotta make stock
Now they sweating
Ptsd or sleep with heatpacks

Run this money n#gg#
Faster
Blessed, speak to pastor
Barz dry

n#gg# you need castor
What these b#tch n#gg#s smoke?
Mix the pot before I cast her
I got barz you ain’t own em

Ain’t master
Before you dissed
My future bright
So I’ll move past it

These boys fake
Swear they all moving like plastic
Sick flow
I bet these n#gg#s wished they catched it

But ain’t hesitate to put a n#gg#
In the casket
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JD Carrib Lyrics – Sweetshop

JD Carrib

Sweetshop