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letra de suck it up - monaleo

intro:
[?] you’re a g*nius (aye, leo)
have it on your mind, hoe (b-tch)
b-tches only tough online, though (uh-huh)
it’s really your baby daddy fault, not mine, hoe (oh)
he really mine, hoe

chorus:
ay-aye get in the booth and i start cutting up
that’s because they hate to see me shining, that sh-t f-ck em up (awe)
aye, if you don’t like me, lil b-tch, knuckle up (b-tch)
finna take yo n-gga for a ride, tell him, “buckle up”
knocking b-tches off they pivot, they start f-cking up (uh-huh)
pressing b-tches out in public, what the f-ck is up? (b-tch)
bi-b-tches, only bullies on the net, hoe, shut it up (shut it up)
you don’t like me, do what just what yo n-gga do, and suck it up (p-ssy)

verse 1:
i know these b-tches wanna be me (yeah, yeah)
giving out smoke like a sauna, it get steamy (yeah, yeah)
saying she gone whoop me, b-tches, gotta be dreamy (yeah, uh-huh)
if it’s smoke, b-tch, have it on your mind when you see me (yeah, p-ssy)
b-tches think they hard, i think b-tches weenie
big bank, take lil bank, yours teenie (b-tch)
aim it at your head then i’m knocking off your beanie
i beat b-tches ass for a living, i’m a meanie (hoe)
bu-busting at your noodle, tryna boil and gleanie (b-tch)
i’m ‘bout my green light, spinach and zucchini (uh-huh)
and i’m ‘bout my bread like brio and [?]
i’m with your baby daddy on the beach in a bikini (b-tch)
verse 2:
h-he’s a sl-t, eat it up, he’s greedy (d-mn)
he be trippin when i don’t answer the phones, he’s needy (what the f-ck?)
he wanna see me everyday, he’s clingy (uh)
these n-ggas be stupid than a b-tch, they dingy
wait- who? (huh)
whoop who, b-tch?
have it on your mind
better go with your moves, b-tch (yeah, yeah)
see me, better step ‘cause ima let this hoe loose, b-tch (yeah, yeah)
get the f-ck up out my way, i woke up in a bad mood, b-tch
boo, b-tch
look the other way, stupid b-tch (hoe, don’t look at me)

verse 3:
these b-tches be pressed, just address as me as your majesty
took her baby daddy accidentally, now she mad at me (awe)
but ima give him back so i can put her out her agony (b-tch)
blasphemy, i got b-tches that’ll blast for me
my name stay in all you hoes mouths like a cavity (ew)
when i see you b-tch, it’s going down like gravity (hoe)
stomp one of them b-tches in they heads, happily (uh-huh)

verse 4:
i’m the hottest in my city, factually (for real)
ian even want the n-gga, actually (no cap)
she got whooped for talking sh-t, tragedy (awe)
i’m pimpin on the daily basis, causally (lil b-tch)
how you mad at a b-tch who can’t get in the club, legally? (what?)
i do this sh-t so easily (uh-huh)
b-tches stay up late at night, tryna see how they gone beef with me (me)
meanwhile, i’m with they n-gga, sleeping peacefully (ah-hahah)
this first and last ass whooping, evenly
ion got no decency
verse 5:
we came through the front door
b-tches left off, sneakily
b-tches made a run for the exit, speedily (awe)
they gone show me love, but be hating on my secretly (hoe)
b-tch, go to h-ll (what?)
you sure that’s your n-gga? cause i really can’t tell (for real)
not by the way he be calling my cell (ew)
i’m on b-tches mind, on they head like gel (uh-huh)
b-tches feeling sick when they see me doing well
play with me, you gone d-i-e, can you spell? (hoe)
b-tch, i’m the sh-t, what the f-ck is that smell? (yeah, yeah)
big f-cking leo, hoe, my name ring bells (yeah)
p-ssy

chorus:
get in the booth and i start cutting up
that’s because they hate to see me shining, that sh-t f-ck em up (awe)
aye, if you don’t like me, lil b-tch, knuckle up (b-tch)
finna take yo n-gga for a ride, tell him, “buckle up”
knocking b-tches off they pivot, they start f-cking up (uh-huh)
pressing b-tches out in public, what the f-ck is up? (b-tch)
bi-b-tches, only bullies on the net, hoe, shut it up (shut it up)
you don’t like me, do what just what yo n-gga do, and suck it up (b-tch)
outro:
see one thing about me, it’s two ways i’m not going, that’s back and forth
especially, with a b-tch who n-gga who eat ass
f-ck you, hoe, and stop calling that n-gga phone while we’re together
he busy, b-tch! (b-tch)

- monaleo

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