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belly - sucker lyrics

[intro]
woah (ooh), woah (ooh)
woah (ooh), woah (hey)
woah, woah
yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, i wake up every mornin’ (every mornin’)
count money (ooh)
twenties, fifties, hunnids (eee)
only thing i’m cuffin’
snow bunny, nose runnin’ like she comin’ down with somethin’
so broke i almost cried until i started choppin’ onions (sh+t is numbin’)
it’s ironic ’cause i felt it all comin’ (whew)
then i blew the money, blue money, all hundreds (yeah)
standin’ on the shoulders of giants, paul bunyan
move to cali, i’ve been baggin’ all the b+tches down in runyon
if we talkin’ real estate, i own the real estatе (i do)
f+ck being real ’cause wе can’t tell who’s bein’ real or fake (we can’t)
i mean half a mill’ is great, i sold that deal in weight (eee)
now all my b+tches tens, body like a figure eight (wait)

[chorus]
lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker
she gon’ hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper
i don’t love her, i don’t judge her
i ain’t thinkin’ nothin’ of her
she gon’ mix it ’til she lose her appetite and miss the supper
[verse 2]
5’5″ my kinda freak
lil mama’s got the drop+top parked out front, that’s a come up
when she ride by, beep+beep, she such a stunna
like a drive+by (brrt+brrt)
k!ll ’em every summer
she the front runner (yeah), i know i never love her (whew)
but if she want somethin’, i’ma buy her every color
she got good dome (yeah), more like rotunda
in the bay smokin’ green, but my wrist frozen tundra, whew
talkin’ strippers (strippers), i don’t gotta tip ’em (tip ’em)
my liver mad at me ’cause i’ve been drinkin’ too much liquor
let me, paint the picture (whew)
we ain’t f+ckin’ with you (no)
whole squad dressed all black like the reaper

[chorus]
lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker
she gon’ hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper
i don’t love her, i don’t judge her
i ain’t thinkin’ nothin’ of her
she gon’ mix it ’til she lose her appetite and miss the supper
lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker
she gon’ hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper
i don’t love her, i don’t judge her
i ain’t thinkin’ nothin’ of her
she gon’ mix it ’til she lose her appetite and miss the supper

- belly lyrics

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