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Suge (remix) (feat. Tory Lanez)

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Suge (remix) (feat. Tory Lanez)

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[Joyner Lucas]

Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (yeah)

I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug

And now I be rollin' with meech (woah, woah)

You think you the shit? I think you a bitch

Now go ahead and call the police (bitch)

These niggas'll trip, your homie's a snitch

You'll probably be home in a week (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I hit up tory and told him I know you don't like me

But fuck it I'm over the beef (word)

Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over

And gave them some soda and bleach (haha)

They said Joyner you lost it, I told them they soft

Now go take a stroll on the beach (yeah)

Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch I'm dog

Just don't get a hold of my leash (woof)

Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (blow)

Joyner get back to the bustin' (blow)

If I do not make a few million and shed it I might just go back to the hustlin'

I got me some product and I ain't gonna hide it

I might just start trappin' in public

I might go to prison and free all my niggas

That's word to harriet tubman

Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it

Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet?

Why do you have so much talent and benefits?

Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?

A.D.H.D. is a social experiment

Who pay attention the most when they're hearin' it?

You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it

This is my moment and no one is sharin' it

Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets

I promise I'm very up front (yeah)

If I do not win the Grammy this year

Then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (yeah)

I think all my shit is hot

If everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'

I hope my shit doesn't flop

'Cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it

I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (woo), all you get buried in silence

And the day that I die I get buried in diamonds

I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin'

I think I'm so high, I can marry a pilot

I'm area 51 alien, I let my ufo fly in, I'm scary and violent

I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens

I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother

Joyner got too many problems (word)

I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome

As long as it's you and your momma (yeah)

I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty

But fuck it I'm cool with the drama (cool)

When niggas be hatin' I tell them no worries my nigga, hakuna matata

I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white-t

I bust some margiela's, I still wear that nikes

I roll with some hitters I know you don't like me

I shit on you niggas now bring me some wocky (grra grra)

She think I'm a killer well maybe I might be

I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me

I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty

Get pussy and money, it really excites me

You read it, don't try me, so bow

Fuck all you pricks, you cannot harm me, I think you a bitch

You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit

When she get horny she think of my dick

When I was broke I would think like I'm rich

'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (woo woo)

Then I got me some money to get me a crib

And then blew it on bitches from plenty of fish (fuck was I thinkin?)

I'm goin' back to the streets (yeah)

If freddy and jason had babies my nigga I promise then that would be me (word)

Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny I think I'm attracted to bees

They told me that I changed, I look in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me?

Ever since I done came up these niggas been so in their feelings

They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em

Don't tell me you proud when you know that you're jealous

The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it

You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow

And that's how I'm feelin' put that on the bible

Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival

I do what I gotta now turn the fuckin' TV up I'm in the media

And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heated up

I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it

But I'm about to slow a nigga breathin' up I think he seen enough

I go to hell, I'll fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough

To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the stickers up

I'll suckerpunch you when I'm sneakin' up

You couldn't see me but I had to hit them like a meteor

Remember giddy up, and get to druggin' away from all of the suckin'

I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred away

Like every day to bustin' and put one in your stomach

I got 'em droppin' and runnin', you better cover the duckin'

I'm not the one to be fucked with

I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to

There's gonna be repercussions

The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin'

When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin'

Somebody better call the ambulance or the e-m-t

Nigga on the bomb like t-n-t

Bet I roll up on a nigga with a g-m-c

Get to clappin' on the middle, bitter e-n-d

Call the plug, tell them when I met 'em I need at least 10 kis

Now I'm back in business, epmd

Couldn't walk on my shoes with a street stampede

Can't walk this way I run d-m-c (yeah, yeah)

[Tory Lanez]

Pack in the mail, I should've done all the crack in the scale

Had to switch position from the kitchen nigga I was flippin' like a spatula there

Pretty ricky with them bitches but I'm headed long as a trail that's spectacu-lar here

Here shit light shit, white whip open up look like a pack of the mayo

I'm back in rodeo fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set

And I'm back off the layover, payover way over niggas

No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga

Your bitch is with me to the day-day, ak loaded up the same way

Chain swang, white person screamin' out gang gang

Slide or kick, jet li or lui k-k-kang

I got a little me he call me based God like brring ding ding

Got a main dame, audemar that's my main thang

Got a rollie watch, named jane but she playin'-playin' so we call her plain jane

Overhaul, let it bang-bang

Like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in a chain gang

Nigga please, I got all nigga cheese, y'all got whole niggas needs

Can't let a faux nigga hold up, put the hole in your shit then let the hoe nigga leave man

Y'all know a nigga t-o-r-y, all my niggas got pores and the os

For the free off of the fee, if a nigga throw a couple gs get a little nigga smoke for the free, man

One 5-0 for sure nigga, that's how I go I was chosen with dark melodies

Niggas hatin' have a goner with those enemies

And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze

I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood

But know young jeezy, and know jordy breezy could blow 40 gs

Still come back who the fuck lookin' like ol' dirty b from the wu-tang nigga

I can say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like pootie tang nigga

Do your thing nigga, hotter than a mulsanne

Hotter than the blue flame lit up in the full tank nigga

Man niggas better hide, niggas what?

Niggas the bottom of the food chain, nigga

Nigga so lame, can't crew hang

Nigga can't crew bang with ya

Can't move thing with ya'

See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block

But she lookin' at me 'cause her crew can't get her

I'm a dominator, moderator

Pass your chick like hot potato, police not-cooperator

I won't tolerate a bitch she talkin' crazy, not me lil' nigga

I be on the beach with the c little nigga

I been triplin' enough to double some trees little nigga

Livin' it up with the women up in ibiza little nigga

Give it up all my niggas is talkin' to havin', niggas stuck

I been drippin' and drooppin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket

I been whippin' these bitches stickin' out my dick

And they probably they be lickin it'

Nigga done get to familiar fuckin'

I been fuckin' these women it's heaven sent in tinted windows

And I'm yellin' and tellin' to guys better get to steppin'

I'm reppin' umbrella forever my niggas in a bundle

I'm fly as propellers, you jealous enough

A nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup in relish on a bun

I got the money to fund the winners when I want it

And when I want it I wanna feel like it you can't front on us

I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole

In my livin' room floor tryin' to dance alone

And as long as I gotta put my hands all on her

She stay in hand 'til it landed on her

I said damn, had to put it in her head I ain't droppin' no bread

This is not that gretel and the hansel story

Got a coupe full of hoes and hoes in the coupe

Till the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof

When I'm gone in a poof, I'm exposin' the glows of the truth

They be knowin' I be showin' 'em with proof

Any faux nigga, any hard nigga, any lo-jo small nigga better know

When I unload get low, get low, get low like lil' jon and the eastside boyz

Nigga, and my little bitch type thick, uh

Nikes freezy as a ice-pick, uh

Out of sanction like a high kick, uh

Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click

All of my dogs'll kill you like mike vick

Light that pistol, put that boy in a heimlich

I was handin' them ls to joyner and don for comin' out actin' too lightskin

Nigga I'm back in a billi' applyin' the pressures spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin'

Nigga so fuckin' hot you think I died in the desert

Came back to fuck up your entire n-w

Try me? Never, get squandered get shot up for tryin' be clever

My diamonds forever, designin and linin' 'em better give 'em a choice

Which one you want, die with the 9 or beretta

I'm sorry for being intolerant I got this violent temper

I like when I'm cold I shoot a nigga make 'em die in December

You been a bitch as long as I can remember

You say that shit gay and them niggas keep talkin'

I promise to silence your members and quiet your temper

While firing bullets that fly at your metal and pry at your denim

I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up and get up

And send a shooter that'll fly off your rental

I promise I'm high on my mental might think it's setup and find me a nigga

Might line that nigga for the paper let the heater get to foldin'

Origami the nigga the louie luggage

Bustin', damier nigga but true we thuggin' no insomnia nigga

I'm really a top 3

Man hold on I'm rapping too much man

Fuck this shit

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