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h-man – sucks to be you lyrics

think i was done, lil’ b+tch boy?
just getting started, sh+t
i was busy playing with my new toys
back now, and i’m on it, b+tch

f+ck boys tellin’ me i’m fake, man
say i got no honesty, huh?
sucks to be you and your fake fans
cause i’m done with the modesty, yeah

made in the heat, with no ac
played on the streets, where they raise beef
tasted defeat, like a baby
kept the receipt, and it saved me

kept the receipt, and it made me
quick on my feet, like i’m ab
clutch and elite, like i’m kd
best on the field, like i’m brady

sick with my rhymes, like i’m shady
f+ck, i ain’t lyin’, look, i’m shaky
wise with my speech, like i’m eighty
dumb on the beat, like i’m jay+z

eye on the crown, like it’s lazy
high on the sound, on the great leaf
grind for the pounds, but in kgs
wild with my hounds, like i’m rabies
sh+t that we on, leave you hazy
word to my jawn, sh+t, where’s he?
lost in the smoke, seein’ glassy
ball till he broke, call em jazzy

f+cks wanna know, “where your ladies?”
eye on my screen, lemme state, please
just got a pic, and its racy
thong on your b+tch, and it’s lacy

sucks to be you
feel my vibe
coming through
only rolling with the crew
give a f+ck about you
huh
i been cooking in the stu
so you know what imma do
hop on the track
like a f+cking jack rabbit
b+tches really f+cking weird
tryna kick me like a habit
i ain’t never giving up
but d+mn i done had it
bout to make a couple bands
and get right back at it
yeah i been sticking to the script
you n+ggas really make me sick
how you claiming you a man
poppin fly on the gram
you a stone cold b+tch
you going out bad
and it’s really f+cking sad
but if you wanna talk sh+t
imma hit you in ya mit
and put ya body in a bag
now listen real close cause i’m only gonna say this once
if you want war
then you better be toting some guns
my +rs+nal is crazy you really will be tf done
sucks to be you but d+mn i’m having fun
yeah, when you were busy b+tchin’ bout no flights
i was busy cookin’ up this dope like
long nights, gotta serve it to the folks like
no fights when this light in their hope pipe

game of thrones, b+tch boys sayin’ pick me
“pay my loans, i’m your own”, so they hit me
sh+t is toxic, man, call ‘em britney
i don’t wear the crown, but it fit me

f+ck bout your b+tch, and your fake friends
f+ck bout your crew, and your fake trends
luck got me through, i ain’t make friends
f+ck, broke the rules, when they ain’t bend

play with my fate, till my name trends
pray with my faith, till the pain ends
made for this game, take a break, man
sucks to be you, till the game ends, b+tch
it’s h

- h man lyrics

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