เพลง Sucker (Explicit)

Sucker (Explicit) - Belly

Lyrics by：Faris Al-Majed/Ahmad Balshe/Richard Munoz/Paimon Jahanbin/Nima Jahanbin/Michael Washington Jr

Composed by：Faris Al-Majed/Ahmad Balshe/Richard Munoz/Paimon Jahanbin/Nima Jahanbin/Michael Washington Jr

Woah ooh woah ooh

Woah ooh woah hey

Woah woah Wallis

Yeah

Yeah I wake up every mornin'

Every mornin'

Count money

Ooh

Twenties fifties hunnids

Eee

Only thing I'm cuffin'

Snow bunny nose runnin' like she comin' down with somethin'

So broke I almost cried until I started choppin' onions

S**t is numbin'

It's ironic 'cause I felt it all comin'

Whew

Then I blew the money blue money all hundreds

Yeah

Standin' on the shoulders of giants Paul Bunyan

Move to Cali I've been baggin' all the b***hes down in Runyon

If we talkin' real estate I own the real estate

I do

F**k being real 'cause we can't tell who's bein' real or fake

We can't

I mean half a mill' is great I sold that deal in weight

Eee

Now all my b***hes tens body like a figure eight

Wait

Lollipop lollipop save it for a different sucker

She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper

I don't love her I don't judge her

I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her

She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper

5'5" my kinda freak

Lil mama's got the drop-top parked out front that's a come up

When she ride by beep-beep she such a stunna

Like a drive-by

Brrt-brrt

Kill 'em every summer

She the front runner

Yeah

I know I never love her

Whew

But if she want somethin' I'ma buy her every color

She got good dome

Yeah

More like rotunda

In The Bay smokin' green but my wrist frozen tundra whew

Talkin' strippers

Strippers

I don't gotta tip 'em

Tip 'em

My liver mad at me 'cause I've been drinkin' too much liquor

Let me paint the picture

Whew

We ain't f**kin' with you

No

Whole squad dressed all black like the reaper

Lollipop lollipop save it for a different sucker

She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper

I don't love her I don't judge her

I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her

She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper

Lollipop lollipop save it for a different sucker

She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper

I don't love her I don't judge her

I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her

She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper