歌曲 | Suckas |
歌手 | Philly's Most Wanted |
专辑 | Get Down Or Lay Down |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : J. Witherspoon/A. Holly/P. Williams/C. Hugo | |
作曲 : J. Witherspoon/A. Holly/P. Williams/C. Hugo | |
Know what I know y'all to do? | |
C'mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce | |
Bounce, bounce (B-Double O-B-O-N-I-C) | |
(M-R-Dot- M-A-N) | |
Uh, Most Wanted, nigga! | |
Verse 1: Boobonic | |
(What's a sucka?) | |
The type nigga run around frontin' | |
Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted | |
(What's a sucka?) | |
The type that start it but won't finish it | |
Act like a thug but he really wasn't in this shit | |
(Suckas) | |
The type that ain't gettin' no cheddar | |
And can't afford Cris so he say Mo better | |
(Suckas) | |
The type that hate to mention that we buzzin | |
But quick to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins | |
(You know, suckas) | |
Thanks to you, he had to die | |
But you only shot back cuz you were scared and was high | |
(Suckas) | |
Like to run his mouth like a bitch | |
Cocktail him and he's looking at 10, and then he snitch | |
(Suckas) | |
The type front like he got ends | |
And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz | |
(Suckas) | |
You know the type that never had nothin | |
Soon as I **** a bitch he got to have something | |
(Suckas) | |
You know Bonic know that type cat | |
I ask is that your bitch you like "We ain't like that" | |
(Suckas) | |
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker | |
I leave you I'm talking about you mother****er | |
(Hook X4 {Mr. and Boo) | |
It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out | |
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now | |
Verse 2: Mr. Man | |
What's a sucka? | |
The type who see me and turn jell | |
(Suckas) | |
Say my chain ain't platinum he can tell | |
When he put it in his hand | |
And weigh it like it's a scale | |
(Suckas) | |
Play thugs till you see 'em in jail | |
(Sucka shit) | |
Hate on you quick in front of chicks | |
You see 'em and they be like | |
"Man I ain't say that dumb shit!" | |
(Suckas) | |
For nothing, push your wig back | |
Tellin everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at | |
(Suckas) | |
Get robbed know exactly who did it | |
And acting like it's beef and really be cool wit it | |
(What's a sucka?) | |
Cuttin' on niggas in front of people | |
Scared later on get his own head to beep you | |
On his voice mail saying "We got the same people" | |
(Suckas) | |
Don't cock the gun, they'd rather run | |
But never M-R-dot cause I'm not the one | |
And you say you're not a sucker, why you feel like one? | |
(Hook) | |
Hey yo it's Bonic baby | |
Playa ball OG | |
From gazen ever, to J-A-C-O-B | |
Gang come wit me whenever I'm OT | |
And the nigga that they can't ever **** with? oh, me! | |
(Suckas) | |
Hate cuz they bitch like Mr | |
And know I'm a **** if that bitch got a sister | |
(Suckas) | |
Them industry niggas that try to fake me | |
And act like they don't know that Most Wanted bout to | |
Take me | |
And get more money than a lil bit | |
You? A lil bit! | |
You doin' all this shit, Most Wanted is done wit | |
And **** your own head I'm the one he come get | |
(Suckas) | |
I make them niggas pat chromes right | |
While we bang BBS they rockin Rhymestones | |
Mr. get ya, hit ya, twist ya Right out the frame | |
When I snap get the picture? | |
Flow airtight like Glad bags with Zippers | |
(Hook) | |
(Suckas) |
zuo ci : J. Witherspoon A. Holly P. Williams C. Hugo | |
zuo qu : J. Witherspoon A. Holly P. Williams C. Hugo | |
Know what I know y' all to do? | |
C' mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce | |
Bounce, bounce BDouble OBONIC | |
MRDot MAN | |
Uh, Most Wanted, nigga! | |
Verse 1: Boobonic | |
What' s a sucka? | |
The type nigga run around frontin' | |
Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted | |
What' s a sucka? | |
The type that start it but won' t finish it | |
Act like a thug but he really wasn' t in this shit | |
Suckas | |
The type that ain' t gettin' no cheddar | |
And can' t afford Cris so he say Mo better | |
Suckas | |
The type that hate to mention that we buzzin | |
But quick to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins | |
You know, suckas | |
Thanks to you, he had to die | |
But you only shot back cuz you were scared and was high | |
Suckas | |
Like to run his mouth like a bitch | |
Cocktail him and he' s looking at 10, and then he snitch | |
Suckas | |
The type front like he got ends | |
And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz | |
Suckas | |
You know the type that never had nothin | |
Soon as I a bitch he got to have something | |
Suckas | |
You know Bonic know that type cat | |
I ask is that your bitch you like " We ain' t like that" | |
Suckas | |
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker | |
I leave you I' m talking about you mother er | |
Hook X4 Mr. and Boo | |
It' s funny how, now, girls they hooch out | |
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now | |
Verse 2: Mr. Man | |
What' s a sucka? | |
The type who see me and turn jell | |
Suckas | |
Say my chain ain' t platinum he can tell | |
When he put it in his hand | |
And weigh it like it' s a scale | |
Suckas | |
Play thugs till you see ' em in jail | |
Sucka shit | |
Hate on you quick in front of chicks | |
You see ' em and they be like | |
" Man I ain' t say that dumb shit!" | |
Suckas | |
For nothing, push your wig back | |
Tellin everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at | |
Suckas | |
Get robbed know exactly who did it | |
And acting like it' s beef and really be cool wit it | |
What' s a sucka? | |
Cuttin' on niggas in front of people | |
Scared later on get his own head to beep you | |
On his voice mail saying " We got the same people" | |
Suckas | |
Don' t cock the gun, they' d rather run | |
But never MRdot cause I' m not the one | |
And you say you' re not a sucker, why you feel like one? | |
Hook | |
Hey yo it' s Bonic baby | |
Playa ball OG | |
From gazen ever, to JACOB | |
Gang come wit me whenever I' m OT | |
And the nigga that they can' t ever with? oh, me! | |
Suckas | |
Hate cuz they bitch like Mr | |
And know I' m a if that bitch got a sister | |
Suckas | |
Them industry niggas that try to fake me | |
And act like they don' t know that Most Wanted bout to | |
Take me | |
And get more money than a lil bit | |
You? A lil bit! | |
You doin' all this shit, Most Wanted is done wit | |
And your own head I' m the one he come get | |
Suckas | |
I make them niggas pat chromes right | |
While we bang BBS they rockin Rhymestones | |
Mr. get ya, hit ya, twist ya Right out the frame | |
When I snap get the picture? | |
Flow airtight like Glad bags with Zippers | |
Hook | |
Suckas |
zuò cí : J. Witherspoon A. Holly P. Williams C. Hugo | |
zuò qǔ : J. Witherspoon A. Holly P. Williams C. Hugo | |
Know what I know y' all to do? | |
C' mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce | |
Bounce, bounce BDouble OBONIC | |
MRDot MAN | |
Uh, Most Wanted, nigga! | |
Verse 1: Boobonic | |
What' s a sucka? | |
The type nigga run around frontin' | |
Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted | |
What' s a sucka? | |
The type that start it but won' t finish it | |
Act like a thug but he really wasn' t in this shit | |
Suckas | |
The type that ain' t gettin' no cheddar | |
And can' t afford Cris so he say Mo better | |
Suckas | |
The type that hate to mention that we buzzin | |
But quick to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins | |
You know, suckas | |
Thanks to you, he had to die | |
But you only shot back cuz you were scared and was high | |
Suckas | |
Like to run his mouth like a bitch | |
Cocktail him and he' s looking at 10, and then he snitch | |
Suckas | |
The type front like he got ends | |
And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz | |
Suckas | |
You know the type that never had nothin | |
Soon as I a bitch he got to have something | |
Suckas | |
You know Bonic know that type cat | |
I ask is that your bitch you like " We ain' t like that" | |
Suckas | |
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker | |
I leave you I' m talking about you mother er | |
Hook X4 Mr. and Boo | |
It' s funny how, now, girls they hooch out | |
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now | |
Verse 2: Mr. Man | |
What' s a sucka? | |
The type who see me and turn jell | |
Suckas | |
Say my chain ain' t platinum he can tell | |
When he put it in his hand | |
And weigh it like it' s a scale | |
Suckas | |
Play thugs till you see ' em in jail | |
Sucka shit | |
Hate on you quick in front of chicks | |
You see ' em and they be like | |
" Man I ain' t say that dumb shit!" | |
Suckas | |
For nothing, push your wig back | |
Tellin everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at | |
Suckas | |
Get robbed know exactly who did it | |
And acting like it' s beef and really be cool wit it | |
What' s a sucka? | |
Cuttin' on niggas in front of people | |
Scared later on get his own head to beep you | |
On his voice mail saying " We got the same people" | |
Suckas | |
Don' t cock the gun, they' d rather run | |
But never MRdot cause I' m not the one | |
And you say you' re not a sucker, why you feel like one? | |
Hook | |
Hey yo it' s Bonic baby | |
Playa ball OG | |
From gazen ever, to JACOB | |
Gang come wit me whenever I' m OT | |
And the nigga that they can' t ever with? oh, me! | |
Suckas | |
Hate cuz they bitch like Mr | |
And know I' m a if that bitch got a sister | |
Suckas | |
Them industry niggas that try to fake me | |
And act like they don' t know that Most Wanted bout to | |
Take me | |
And get more money than a lil bit | |
You? A lil bit! | |
You doin' all this shit, Most Wanted is done wit | |
And your own head I' m the one he come get | |
Suckas | |
I make them niggas pat chromes right | |
While we bang BBS they rockin Rhymestones | |
Mr. get ya, hit ya, twist ya Right out the frame | |
When I snap get the picture? | |
Flow airtight like Glad bags with Zippers | |
Hook | |
Suckas |