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letra de sus chike, pt. 2 - almighty suspect & azchike

[intro: azchike]
oh, i heard they lookin’ for that suschike, yeah, yeah

[chorus: azchike]
i’ll never let a b-tch play me (i’ll never let a b-tch play)
but i’ll play a b-tch quick (i’ll play a b-tch quick)
big man in the paint just like ad (just like ad)
bangin’ on your b-tch (bangin’ on your b-tch)
i’ll never let a b-tch f-ck me over (i’ll never let a)
but i’ll f-ck a b-tch fast (i’ll f-ck a b-tch fast)
call sus, he gon’ dump if you sus (he gon’ dump if you sus)
and put a n-gga on his ass (put a n-gga on his ass)
oh, i heard you out here lookin’ for your homie (oh, you lookin’ for your homie)
yeah, they found him in the ash (oh, they found him in the ash)
oh, i heard they out here lookin’ for that suschike, yeah (oh, they lookin’ for that suschikе)
they found us in our bag (oh, b-tch, we in our bag)

[verse 1: almighty suspect]
lookin’ for the opps in this b-tch, i can’t find ’еm (huh?)
all these stones in my chain, i might blind ’em (i might blind ’em)
too many hoes on my d-ck, i can’t wife ’em (no, i can’t)
big tec chop ’em up, would slice ’em (would slice ’em)
but wait, b-tch, you see this fly sh-t we on? (that we on)
moncler life, f-ck the price sh-t we on? (that we on)
pourin’ up drank, all this pint sh-t we on? (on the gang)
totin’ big four-fives, take his life sh-t we on?
n-ggas lyin’ out they ass if they sayin’ we ain’t got it (n-ggas lyin’)
i just made a twenty-two band deposit (on the gang)
n-gga, i don’t do new friends and gossip (no, i don’t)
my lil’ n-gga like luka, he shot ya (on the gang)
ho, i’m a god, i’m a deity (i’m a deity)
i’ll never change up, it’s the g in me (it’s the g in me)
if we talkin’ ’bout hoes, i need three a piece (i need three)
told the b-tch i ain’t sh-t, what you see in me? (on the gang)
[chorus: azchike]
i’ll never let a b-tch play me (i’ll never let a b-tch play)
but i’ll play a b-tch quick (i’ll play a b-tch quick)
big man in the paint just like ad (just like ad)
bangin’ on your b-tch (bangin’ on your b-tch)

[verse 2: almighty suspect & azchike]
this some am, az, cult millionaire sh-t
she know i’m fly, tell the ho not to stare, b-tch
blew a hundred on my drip ’cause i’m careless
the opp n-ggas still broke, life ain’t fair, b-tch
this d-ck for two, you and you, y’all gon’ share this
oh, you embarrassed?
’cause you dropped some new sh-t and i ain’t hear it?
i heard you can’t hit your hood without clearance
n-gga, you ain’t fly, that’s a high school ‘fit
big-ass chain, i don’t like lil’ sh-t
talkin’ ’bout ten, that’s some light lil’ sh-t
i just blew that on shoes and a light lil’ ‘fit
ayy, b-tch, you ain’t bad, you just think you the one
i just bought two new clips on my gun
i’ma let my chain do its dance in the sun
b-tch, i’m the sh-t, i was born with the runs

- almighty suspect azchike

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