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Colossal
71
Hip-Hop/Rap
Colossal was released on November 16, 2022 by The Hip Hop Lab Records as a part of the album Colossal - Single
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Release DateNovember 16, 2022
LabelThe Hip Hop Lab Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

Lyrics

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
You better hear this if you haven't heard shit
The name is Big $weet and I'm a certified wordsmith
If you don't know me, you should listen to the gospel
They call me Saint $weet, I'm the rappin' apostle
I make a lot of moves, not a lot of them are lawful
If I'm not on the track, I guarantee the song's awful
I don't wanna give you the impression that I'm docile
Fuck around with $weet and get turned to a fossil
All these bums think they're badder 'til the chop cooks their waffle
But I'll put the strap down and punch you 'til your jaw's full
So many hoes in the crib, you would think it was a brothel
Not one skinny minnie, I like the booty colossal
My girl caught me slippin' and texted me a novel
I watched Irene crush a Perc' and snort it up the nostril
I don't look up to rappers, these fiends are my idols
But when it comes to the music, I think I'm due for a title
My wave's about to be tidal, I put that on the Bible
You're idle, I'm a creative, but I'm playin' survival
One thing to know about $weet, I like talkin' choppy
And I'll kick a bitch out if she doesn't do it sloppy
I never pillow talk, you won't catch me gettin' soppy
You could try and be like me, but I'm really hard to copy
When an opp runs up, I just yell, "Oh, Toodles"
Grab the Miska-Mouseketool and bust out his noodles
All the hoes know my songs, something like Yankee Doodle
Don't nobody know your name, you can look me up on Google
Crud loud like a bugle, blowin' Lemon Cherry Strudel
You can't even cop that shit, I heard you like to be frugal
Everything in this bag will dilate your pupils
I'll have my Russian shooter whack you for forty thousand rubles
The way I talk is intricate, my rhyme skills are infinite
Smack stimulants and then I use digital instruments
You ain't even with the shits, all you bums are impotent
Tryna be like me? You got a mindset to implement
You couldn't come close, not even by an increment
My growth is immanent, I'll talk crunchy in every incident
Can't you see me and the microphone get intimate?
I tell her all my dirt, but you can tell the feds I'm innocent
Slidin' on hams, but I don't do the cha-cha
When unc' bumps the rock, he goes, "Boomshakalaka"
I only weight a buck-fifty but hoes call me big papa
Tote heat like Texas Pete and greet the beat with sriracha
And anything I do, I like to sell high and buy low
'Cause I need four pockets full like I'm Rylo
Got so many 'bows, I could fill up a silo
If music doesn't work out, then I'm selling Fido
Startin' to get an ego, this shit feels like my show
Blowin' hoes' backs out, something like the chiro'
Pull up on a ham and take le buffs, no Shilo
Caught a body in the D, then went and ordered a gyro
Written by: $weet-T
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