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von Suspect
FBG Songtext
Designer, all my attire!
You broke boys over there looking retired
Look at them trainers, looking all tired
Someone pass me a lighter
I′m high, but i'm about to get higher!
Suspectin′, ballin
Don't step on my toes
Said watch out, don't touch me
You gon′ wrinkle my silk
We ballers, this the street league
Clink a bottle, make a toast
They talking, they some talkers
But the mandem keep it trill
Talking all of this crud!
Then them niggas started snitching
Still him em′ all up, then them niggas starting quittin
The jakes couldn't stop us
Man them niggas are some bitches!
Roll round with the snub
Must′have thought the mandem was kiddin
You niggas scared or nah
Riding voluntary in your drum
Talkin' ish on the net, i bet a bag you won′t come
My niggas so solid, i'll have all you romeo′s done
Matter fact back it out, watch em' all fucking run!!
You know your boy S pect, he 100 like a ton
Big 4 my muscle, nigga picture me running
Memba when they roll'd down the block
I reached for my mash, and they spun
Aye, I gotta shout out to my gun
Like thanks for protecting me
From all of these treacherous thieves
Like hollowman said, the fizzy gon′ bring him to his knees
I heard a rumour through the grapevine
That a certain someone was on me
I had T at his neck, turn a gassed yout to a zombie
They want money like weebs
But I want money like Saudi
Water in the pot just whirring
Got the yard smelling like sardines
And they know I′m shotting that Charlie
My young boy did the trips, he better not fuck up my money!
From way back, they know we been getting this money
Check out my bussdown Carti
Got the team logo in my charm b
Diamonds are dancin on me
Life is lovely
Aha! I remember when I used to be ugly
It's Webay but she call me Weebee
Never hear I′m suckin on narni
Never catch a nigga on molly
I smoke alot of ganja like Marley
Wanna get the money like Clark B
Choppin up benz karate
I'm ballin outta control Bitch!
Ain′t been home for a whole week
Pop outta nowhere give a stack like hold this!
And hold your lips!
I dont want no shit!
I'm home sick!
Now hold this dick!
You broke boys over there looking retired
Look at them trainers, looking all tired
Someone pass me a lighter
I′m high, but i'm about to get higher!
Suspectin′, ballin
Don't step on my toes
Said watch out, don't touch me
You gon′ wrinkle my silk
We ballers, this the street league
Clink a bottle, make a toast
They talking, they some talkers
But the mandem keep it trill
Talking all of this crud!
Then them niggas started snitching
Still him em′ all up, then them niggas starting quittin
The jakes couldn't stop us
Man them niggas are some bitches!
Roll round with the snub
Must′have thought the mandem was kiddin
You niggas scared or nah
Riding voluntary in your drum
Talkin' ish on the net, i bet a bag you won′t come
My niggas so solid, i'll have all you romeo′s done
Matter fact back it out, watch em' all fucking run!!
You know your boy S pect, he 100 like a ton
Big 4 my muscle, nigga picture me running
Memba when they roll'd down the block
I reached for my mash, and they spun
Aye, I gotta shout out to my gun
Like thanks for protecting me
From all of these treacherous thieves
Like hollowman said, the fizzy gon′ bring him to his knees
I heard a rumour through the grapevine
That a certain someone was on me
I had T at his neck, turn a gassed yout to a zombie
They want money like weebs
But I want money like Saudi
Water in the pot just whirring
Got the yard smelling like sardines
And they know I′m shotting that Charlie
My young boy did the trips, he better not fuck up my money!
From way back, they know we been getting this money
Check out my bussdown Carti
Got the team logo in my charm b
Diamonds are dancin on me
Life is lovely
Aha! I remember when I used to be ugly
It's Webay but she call me Weebee
Never hear I′m suckin on narni
Never catch a nigga on molly
I smoke alot of ganja like Marley
Wanna get the money like Clark B
Choppin up benz karate
I'm ballin outta control Bitch!
Ain′t been home for a whole week
Pop outta nowhere give a stack like hold this!
And hold your lips!
I dont want no shit!
I'm home sick!
Now hold this dick!
Writer(s): Leon Brice, Ayo Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
