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trump hat - almighty suspect lyrics

[intro: babytron]
aye

[verse 1: babytron]
upgrade our bape every season, boy, that’s [?]
b*tch so cold, mm*hmm, she got the devil choosing
got some hot heads from pa, they be [?]
y’all boys f*cking with them rats and i can’t mess with rufus
head stupid, blew my shoes off
mcqueens on, these ain’t af1’s, ain’t’ got a swoosh, dawg
out in bali off fifty woods, i feel like snoop dogg
acting loose, dawg, we’ll send one through his roof, dawg

[verse 2: almighty suspect]
“why the f*ck this n*gga never die?”, what my opps said
“lil’ n*gga stay talking sh*t”, what my pops said
“let me see them hands, put ’em up”, what the cops said
“gave him twelve, light him up”, what my glock said
b*tch, i’m the flyest n*gga out, i need a pilot hat
bad hoes in and out the crib, i get a lot of neck
glock spinning flames out that sh*t, where the sauna at?
been hit that lil’ b*tch, where her mama at?

[verse 3: stanwill]
the way you shoot, you must hate clouds
got my b*tch with me, mean*mugging like she hate smiles
finna beat this lil’ n*gga ass, threw my pape down
jam and i slide, hit the clerk with a fake smile
i’ll have my young boy shoot like it’s nba
big*ass ar on me, put yo fists away
this some new drip, let me tag what i’m in today
dove in and came out the deep with a fin today
[verse 4: babytron]
yo lil’ b*tch looking, i had to l!ck my lips
showed her i had a blue check then she l!ck my d*ck
not on the ‘gram, in my pocket, lil’ silly b*tch
call him “bob marley”, hit him with the reggae mix
i smoke zazas, get him gone like ta*da
chef, voilà
b*tch look like la*la
you driving [?] boy, that’s a na*na
uncle in the kitchen hopscotching off some pop rocks

[verse 5: almighty suspect]
“[?] boy, you gotta chill, talking too crazy”
hit stick, make a n*gga flip, did a 280
won’t speak on a n*gga track unless you pay me
on the maury show, yelling loud like this who baby?
i’ma gas up till i can’t talk or eat sh*t
with the sh*ttyboyz, make a opp n*gga eat sh*t
i’ll never slip red light, n*gga, beam this
big glock heat a n*gga up, talking deep dish

[verse 6: stanwill]
my b*tch fly as h*ll, amelia earhart
and she ’bout boujee than a b*tch, i wouldn’t dare fart
difference between us and y’all guns, we gon’ air ours
knock his eyeball out the socket if he stare hard
i’m with tron, i’m with suspect
you left yo stick with blue b*lls, you ain’t buss yet
feel like duval, my best life, can’t be upset
feel mc hammer with it on me, ain’t get touched yet
[verse 7: babytron]
pull the stick out, now it’s hammer time
you heard [?] boy, i’m still thinking ’bout scammer drive
you got a big heart, i got a missile, it’s gon’ land inside
corona going ’round, you can’t get no [?]
before this sh*t, you probably couldn’t either
up a hundred bands, why the f*ck would i jugg a feature?
why the f*ck would i jab if this f*cking hook a sleeper?
f*ck my gym teacher, mm*hmm, i probably took his visa
failed every class, now i’m finna book arenas

[verse 8: almighty suspect]
just slapped fire out a n*gga with a trump hat
[?] in the mac*10, make ’em run back
just hit fifth, blew a ten, bro, i love saks
i was on the block with the gang, slinging dub sacks
bro sipping wock and i’m sipping [?]
dirty ass bum, go to jail for misdemeanor
she a gobble head but you call that b*tch a keeper
n*ggas want smoke then the glock blowing reefer

[verse 9: stanwill]
almighty spilled the wocky on it, it volcanic water
hit her off the splash, i feel like the titanic on her
crushing vertebraes, if it’s a neck then i’m standing on it
sent him up but his dead bed, he done landed on it
bro got a key, i got a glock, yeah, we spazzing out
buying everything off melrose, b*tch, we cashing out
got a .223 for every opp, i’ll pass him out
left the c4 on his porch when we passed his house

- almighty suspect lyrics

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