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suspect - 1.5 lyrics

stepped in, balling
n-ggas wish that they could
uh, still here screaming out
“don’t step on my bougs”
i’ll bring the ‘matic, go shoob
bruck out in this dance
take a brudda for good
night night, we still roll around
ask them n-ggas “what’s good?”
(what’s good, blud?
we’re just grieving
do you mind?)
doing man good
wish a man would
otb like death row
and big [?] is like suge
skizzy like snoop
all you b-tch n-ggas shook
but man is like pac
right now, they loving my raps
thug life, check out the tats
and you know i don’t f-ck with no rats
snitch boys
all you little p-ssyholes deserve to get blam
anyway, f-ck that
real n-gga’s back, now this sh-t is a wrap
tell the plug that i need more bricks
he the one that sponsor my vids
and that new whip
soon cop me a new wrist
big money, switzerland sh-t
i’ve got this n-gga’s b-tch on me
come here, come sit on this d-ck
ayy, i’m insane in the brain
i make the ‘matic go flame
b-tch n-gga, stay in your lane
young, but i act like my age
what the f-ck is man saying?
i said you a n-gga like i’m a n-gga
but we ain’t the same
ayy, you ain’t moved no cl-ss a
you p-ssies probably still shot grade
f-cker, get the f-ck out my face
what i’m on, you can’t even partake
peasant, you can’t even parlay
oh, [?] so immaculate
look at her style, look at her smile
and she got a back with it
everybody want her
i gotta roll with my strap and sh-t
try it
man’ll blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap
(don’t try and move to my ting)
voice so sweet
come like she speaking the melody
i can’t lie
i love it when she holla me
all the way up in the states
and she don’t even bother me
i told her when i touch back
i’m gonna take her on a shopping spree
oh, baby went and copped some bags
daddy went and copped some swag
oops, i mean a brand new jag
brand new wrist, n-gga, check the tag
got her ex-man p-ssed
introduced her to the life
now she realised them other little n-ggas ain’t sh-t
(say it with your chest, n-gga)
introduced her to the life
now she realised them other little n-ggas just pr-cks
(now and she thought they was bad, huh?)
took these n-ggas’ money, they ain’t holding no chips (nope)
these n-ggas make me sick
f-ck it, let me roll up my spliff
just got a shot for some whiff
now my brain’s on some whole next sh-t
about time i done copped me a crib
thinking ’bout my son like
when he gets older, i’ma buy him sh-t
better yet
i’ve gotta [?]
look at this life i’m living
all my diamonds glistening
looking like a man on a mission, hands on the mitten
mittens on smith &
both hands on the shh
come get yourself written (off)
if i ain’t got the smoke, i’ll dip him
if i ain’t got the smoke, i’ll dip him
(wet him up
i warned you
happy halloween, you suckers)

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