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gtherealmgawd - suit lyrics

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[intro]
too hard, yeah
ohh ohh

[verse]
i got sopes to go, large horchata
if you gon get involved gotta do it proper
skinny man eating feeling like big poppa
orderd up guacamole, with a side of extra guap-a
ahhh ya caught me,im just like the peers of my generation
i want s-x, money, intercourse in a daily course of course
they top they marriage speed with they speed of divorce
but i ain’t got time to watch the clock im tryna race a horse

[chorus]
whatever happens baby its fine
let that sh-t go state of my mind
god put me on the stove im getting hotter with time (woo)
100 gone now its back to grind
(yeah yeahh yeahh)
nothing new i bounce back every time (uhhh)
blunts or the cones i can’t make up my mind (uh uh uh)
running late no use in checking the time
so, whatever happens baby its fine

[verse 2]
in the kitchen cooking dinner not drugs
yo b-tch begging for food the same way you was begging for hugs
whats going on there, looks around the room -shrugs-
you are not yourself, you do what they does
i dont milly rock,(oh) i just stack the quap (ok)
ima get her bottoms but we starting at the top
i know drizzy did it different ,my front page is missing
anything is possible so i be on a mission
orange hairs on the kush get her naked like rufus hold up
why they looking clueless, thought i told em that i do this
this that mississippi pimp juice, need a d-mn reflective suit
feeling like nelly where my band-aid watch me stir the soup (yeah)
how you on the team and you can’t even hoop
she tell me all the facts and i just match em through
new people in my life but they just p-ssing through
you know them extras are considered actors too

[chorus]
whatever happens baby its fine
let that sh-t go state of my mind
god put me on the stove im getting hotter with time (woo)
100 gone now its back to grind
(yeah yeahh yeahh)
nothing new i bounce back every time (uhhh)
blunts or the cones i can’t make up my mind (uh uh uh)
running late no use in checking the time
so, whatever happens baby its fine



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