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jordan d. mitchell - mr. suave shooter lyrics

[verse 1: jordan d. mitch+ll]
mr. suave b+tch i’m bossed up hokage
ran from the fade so this glock chopped his body
turn a rat straight to cheese , graded him no papers
caught the opp lacking, it’s forever see you later
southwest villain, o+dog im a menace
in my domain expansion, it’s a trap house kitchen
naked bad b+tches, you woulda thought a n+gga pimpin
but they in love with the d+ck, i got em southwest addicted
couldn’t do me scott pippin, cuz i keep pistol steamin
you can have the b+tch, my donations got n+ggas eager
leave you bleeding dinuguan, it’s like nam how when i squeeze it
they locked cousin up free keese it a movement
send you straight to heaven, mack 11 was the reverend
couldn’t catch me on paper, i was clever with aggression
the peres kept me up but the depression needs vengeance
it feels cathartic when the box got opps in it

[chorus]
mr. suave turn yo dreads to a bald fade
mr. suave got hoes serving entrees
mr. suave let you know we do not play
mr. suave keep the strap in party
mr. suave turn yo dreads to a bald fade
mr. suave got hoes serving entrees
mr. suave let you know we do not play
mr. suave keep the strap in party
[verse 2: 763cmac]
aye aye, quit looking, i’m right here b+tch
claim to be a dog, cattin off, he a real b+tch
sending out loads, touchdown, that’s a real flip
and this ain’t an act, f+ck an oscar, i’m too real b+tch
sit yo ass down, you ain’t like that
packed out and ain’t even try to fight back
hype man, loudest in the room, where your man’s at
mans down, took off, quit crying where the pipe at
tik tak toe, b+tch i’m x’ing out my owes
first act, no skit, boy it’s time for curtains close
what’s a pimp without a hoe, what’s a dealer without a zone
she wanna f+ck on a baller, she can feel it in my stroke
see my name hold weight, lift a dude, that body build
tryna smack him, off the bike, watch him, pop a wheel
can’t do a, mission sober, he tryna pop a pill
now he on, the stand pointing fingers, tryna cop a deal

- jordan d mitchell lyrics

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