RIP SUEDE lyrics

[Intro]
(Jose the great)
Ayy, b*tch let me f*ck for free
They gone need 100 Ms to go home with
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[Verse 1]
Step to me, you goin' take a loss
He looking down at his check, yeah, take it off, n*gga
I could'a leased it but I paid it off
Ain't suckin' di*k in the whip will make her walk
I'm not sorry and I'm not playin'
You see me pouring up this-, its what you're not drinking
Its ten for me to spend I am not saving
First time for everything, soldier get the Glock crankin'
Still banging should be thanking that you in my presence
Took a loss f*cking with n*ggas, had to learn my lesson
Always got your hand out, you goin' block my blessings
I count a dub up first and get top for seconds, n*gga

[Chorus]
Perc' 30 and a pint I'm the backdoor bandit
Tеll a n*gga you a slime
Silly brodie ain't no thug he's a b*tch hе's an eyewitness
Right time, right place, right condition, lil' slime b*tches
[Post-Chorus]
Buss rolly with the new piece
I just took my b*tch shopping with some loose cheese
RIP Suede, f*ck a fade get this oowee
Two things I hate: a broke n*gga and a groupie
Ay, still ain't touch a dub, n*gga try harder
Shout out the label already doubled what they might offer
Off the drip like daywalker a nightstalker
Tell that b*tch sell the rest if you come across her

[Verse 2]
Glock with a switch like it changed on me
Beat that n*gga ass with the rings on em'
Cuban link, tennis chain hang on me
Ain't no mo' perc 10s got them 30 thangs on me
Ay, n*ggas fake rich they can't keep up
Tell em' do that n*gga bad I wanna see blood
I'ma need 10 Ms before I ease up
b*tch I deserve everything this ain't street luck, please believe

[Bridge]
Ayy, b*tch let me f*ck for free
They gone need 100 Ms to go home with me
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[?]
[Chorus]
Perc' 30 and a pint, I'm the backdoor bandit
Tell a n*gga, "You a slime"
Silly brodie ain't no thug he's a b*tch he's an eyewitness
Right time, right place, right condition, lil' slime b*tches

[Post-Chorus]
Buss rolly with the new piece
I just took my b*tch shopping with some loose cheese
RIP Suede, f*ck a fade, get this oowee
Two things I hate; a broke n*gga and a groupie
Ay, still ain't touch a dub, n*gga try harder
Shout out the label, already doubled what they might offer
Off the drip like daywalker a nightstalker
Tell that b*tch sell the rest if you come across her

[Outro]
Glock with a switch like it changed on me