Pusha T
Pusha T - Sweet lyrics
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Get my chain, get my chain This GOOD music You sweet to me: Diabetes, Peace treaties Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties Carrying the torch, the Olympic 4 rings I'm a javelin throw from the crowning of the king I hear 'em whisper like a hummingbird sings Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring Now the wolves out hunting for your bling As you preyin' on the bitches with the lowest self-esteem It's a common running theme Victim or vice Lord, disciple or black stone What you looked at Christ for? We in the last days, fire or the ice storm Wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord Lets be honest, the cards on the table Jealousy's a sin, Cain killed Abel Backstabber, Ceasar had Brutus It's hard to weed 'em out Even Jesus had Judas Gone