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suck it up - monaleo lyrics

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 lyrics

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