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monaleo – suck it up lyrics

intro:
[?] you’re a g+nius (aye, leo)
have it on your mind, hoe (b+tch)
b+tches only tough online, though (uh+huh)
it’s really your baby daddy fault, not mine, hoe (oh)
he really mine, hoe

chorus:
ay+aye get in the booth and i start cutting up
that’s because they hate to see me shining, that sh+t f+ck em up (awe)
aye, if you don’t like me, lil b+tch, knuckle up (b+tch)
finna take yo n+gga for a ride, tell him, “buckle up”
knocking b+tches off they pivot, they start f+cking up (uh+huh)
pressing b+tches out in public, what the f+ck is up? (b+tch)
bi+b+tches, only bullies on the net, hoe, shut it up (shut it up)
you don’t like me, do what just what yo n+gga do, and suck it up (p+ssy)

verse 1:
i know these b+tches wanna be me (yeah, yeah)
giving out smoke like a sauna, it get steamy (yeah, yeah)
saying she gone whoop me, b+tches, gotta be dreamy (yeah, uh+huh)
if it’s smoke, b+tch, have it on your mind when you see me (yeah, p+ssy)
b+tches think they hard, i think b+tches weenie
big bank, take lil bank, yours teenie (b+tch)
aim it at your head then i’m knocking off your beanie
i beat b+tches ass for a living, i’m a meanie (hoe)
bu+busting at your noodle, tryna boil and gleanie (b+tch)
i’m ‘bout my green light, spinach and zucchini (uh+huh)
and i’m ‘bout my bread like brio and [?]
i’m with your baby daddy on the beach in a bikini (b+tch)
verse 2:
h+he’s a sl+t, eat it up, he’s greedy (d+mn)
he be trippin when i don’t answer the phones, he’s needy (what the f+ck?)
he wanna see me everyday, he’s clingy (uh)
these n+ggas be stupid than a b+tch, they dingy
wait+ who? (huh)
whoop who, b+tch?
have it on your mind
better go with your moves, b+tch (yeah, yeah)
see me, better step ‘cause ima let this hoe loose, b+tch (yeah, yeah)
get the f+ck up out my way, i woke up in a bad mood, b+tch
boo, b+tch
look the other way, stupid b+tch (hoe, don’t look at me)

verse 3:
these b+tches be pressed, just address as me as your majesty
took her baby daddy accidentally, now she mad at me (awe)
but ima give him back so i can put her out her agony (b+tch)
blasphemy, i got b+tches that’ll blast for me
my name stay in all you hoes mouths like a cavity (ew)
when i see you b+tch, it’s going down like gravity (hoe)
stomp one of them b+tches in they heads, happily (uh+huh)

verse 4:
i’m the hottest in my city, factually (for real)
ian even want the n+gga, actually (no cap)
she got whooped for talking sh+t, tragedy (awe)
i’m pimpin on the daily basis, causally (lil b+tch)
how you mad at a b+tch who can’t get in the club, legally? (what?)
i do this sh+t so easily (uh+huh)
b+tches stay up late at night, tryna see how they gone beef with me (me)
meanwhile, i’m with they n+gga, sleeping peacefully (ah+hahah)
this first and last ass whooping, evenly
ion got no decency
verse 5:
we came through the front door
b+tches left off, sneakily
b+tches made a run for the exit, speedily (awe)
they gone show me love, but be hating on my secretly (hoe)
b+tch, go to h+ll (what?)
you sure that’s your n+gga? cause i really can’t tell (for real)
not by the way he be calling my cell (ew)
i’m on b+tches mind, on they head like gel (uh+huh)
b+tches feeling sick when they see me doing well
play with me, you gone d+i+e, can you spell? (hoe)
b+tch, i’m the sh+t, what the f+ck is that smell? (yeah, yeah)
big f+cking leo, hoe, my name ring bells (yeah)
p+ssy

chorus:
get in the booth and i start cutting up
that’s because they hate to see me shining, that sh+t f+ck em up (awe)
aye, if you don’t like me, lil b+tch, knuckle up (b+tch)
finna take yo n+gga for a ride, tell him, “buckle up”
knocking b+tches off they pivot, they start f+cking up (uh+huh)
pressing b+tches out in public, what the f+ck is up? (b+tch)
bi+b+tches, only bullies on the net, hoe, shut it up (shut it up)
you don’t like me, do what just what yo n+gga do, and suck it up (b+tch)
outro:
see one thing about me, it’s two ways i’m not going, that’s back and forth
especially, with a b+tch who n+gga who eat ass
f+ck you, hoe, and stop calling that n+gga phone while we’re together
he busy, b+tch! (b+tch)

- monaleo lyrics

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