Belly - Sucker lyrics
[Belly - Sucker lyrics]
Woah (O oh) woah (O oh)
Woah (O oh) woah (Hey) woah, woah (Wallis)
Yeah
Yeah, I wake up every mornin'
(Every mornin') , count money (O oh)
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
(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 (Shit 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 been baggin' all the bitches down in Runyon
If we talkin' real estate
I own the real estatе (I do)
Fuck bein' real 'cause wе can't tell
Who's bein' real or fake (We can't)
I mean half a mil' is great
I sold that deal in weight (Eee)
Now all my bitches 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
Been drinkin' too much liquor
Let me paint the picture
(Whew) we ain't fuckin' 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
Woah (O oh) woah (Hey) woah, woah (Wallis)
Yeah
Yeah, I wake up every mornin'
(Every mornin') , count money (O oh)
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
(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 (Shit 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 been baggin' all the bitches down in Runyon
If we talkin' real estate
I own the real estatе (I do)
Fuck bein' real 'cause wе can't tell
Who's bein' real or fake (We can't)
I mean half a mil' is great
I sold that deal in weight (Eee)
Now all my bitches 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
Been drinkin' too much liquor
Let me paint the picture
(Whew) we ain't fuckin' 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