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suffer - bluebucksclan lyrics

[verse 1: jeeezy]
are n*ggas acting like i don’t run this motherf*cker? (yeah, i run it)
i just hit his b*tch up, finna make this n*gga suffer (make him suffer)
all these n*ggas begging, d*mn, i’m finna change my number (all these n*ggas broke)
d*mn, that’s your boyfriend? what a bummer (what a bummer)
she just want to suck it, i ain’t have to touch it (i don’t touch it)
did the n*gga dirty, i don’t think he gon’ recover (i don’t know)
i like f*cking hoes and counting money with my brothers (yeah)
diamonds hitting hard in the sun, change the colors (change the colors)
how you trick it off on a b*tch? d*mn, i wonder (why you do that?)
hit a lot of b*tches that could never meet my mother (they can’t meet)
promisе i will never sprint up in thesе mike amiri runners (never)
in my phone, you not stored, it’s just a number (it’s just a number)
got a whole room just for kicks, pj tucker (pj tucker)
these are my confessions, tell my b*tch, feel like usher (feel like usher)
found some out of town hoes, don’t you see what i discovered? (i discovered)
[chorus: jeeezy]
lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (these n*ggas suffer)
ain’t no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (make these n*ggas suffer)
i’m in love with bad hoes, but i make they n*ggas suffer (make they n*ggas suffer)
i just took a n*gga b*tch and i don’t think he gon’ recover (think he gon’ recover)
lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (these n*ggas suffer)
ain’t no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (make these n*ggas suffer)
i’m in love with bad hoes, but i make they n*ggas suffer (make they n*ggas suffer)
i just took a n*gga b*tch and i don’t think he gon’ recover (think he gon’ recover)

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj]
i just took a n*gga b*tch, she said my pockets quite larger (quite larger)
yeah, we on, the biggest yacht, yeah, we f*cking up the harbor (f*cking up the harbor)
two hundred for a fade, yeah, i got a nice barber (ask my barber)
i just hit some good sh*t in philly like i’m bryce harper (bryce harper)
poured down on the flight, i’m finna sleep before departure (before departure)
n*ggas messaging my b*tch, but i’ma take it way farther (i’ma take it farther)
anywhere we go, we pull up, lotta jewelry, lotta armor (lotta armor)
she keep telling me she quit, i said, “we was never partners” (we was never partners)
make ’em suffer, lotta blues, yeah, i hate dubs (hate dubs)
got a nail tech doctor and a b*tch that makes pay stubs (whole lottta paper)
she get straight to it, i don’t ask her how her day was (i ain’t ask)
i can’t stay, i’m peeling out her driveway, i’m in the race club (yeah, i’m peeling out)

[chorus: jeeezy]
lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (these n*ggas suffer)
ain’t no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (make these n*ggas suffer)
i’m in love with bad hoes, but i make they n*ggas suffer (make they n*ggas suffer)
i just took a n*gga b*tch and i don’t think he gon’ recover (think he gon’ recover)
lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (these n*ggas suffer)
ain’t no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (make these n*ggas suffer)
i’m in love with bad hoes, but i make they n*ggas suffer (make they n*ggas suffer)
i just took a n*gga b*tch and i don’t think he gon’ recover (think he gon’ recover)
[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
i got n*ggas feeling suicidal, they ain’t even really love her (they ain’t even really love her)
f*cking on his b*tch and playing with his son, he won’t recover (he won’t recover)
i can’t give a hand to these broke n*ggas, let ’em struggle (struggle)
plain ass hoodie, cost a band, this sh*t so subtle (this sh*t so subtle)
quick to get some top and tell a b*tch, “i don’t got no rubber” (i don’t got no rubber)
quarterback and lining all my n*ggas up, ain’t no huddle (ain’t no huddle)
sleeping with a model with my back turned, i can’t cuddle (i can’t cuddle)
your b*tch blowin’ up my phone every time you get trouble (every time you get trouble)
he don’t play about her, yeah, he strict about the b*tch (he so strict)
had ’em throwing up, this n*gga sick about the b*tch (he so sick)
y’all can have the liquor, you ain’t sippin’ none of this (sippin’ none of this)
other n*ggas b*tches, i be quick to come and get (i be quick to come and get)

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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