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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suspect OTB
Suspect OTB
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Suspect OTB
Suspect OTB
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fly-O
Fly-O
Producer

Lyrics

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!
Writer(s): Leon Brice, Ayo Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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