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hailee steinfeld - sugs lyrics

(off-mic)
ugh!
this sh-t sucks!
oh man

[verse 1]
i don’t instigate, i keep the chicks i date in set formation (no, no)
win a espy, got a home run by my estimation
promethazine n’ pepsi cherry, that’s the best sensation
don’t be getting testy, don’t you ever, ever test my patience
(one, two)
spell it out; “f-u-c-k you.” without an exclamation
trust me with your money, i don’t ever miss the second payment
“how you doin’ sugs?” i’ve been ballin’ like a second baseman
didn’t like my first impression? meet me in a better way then
stingy and i’m selfish, call me scrooge ain’t drop a cent though
swimming through the money, yes i dive and do the br–ststroke
most the sh-t i put out ain’t my favorite or my best, though
women seemed to loved me when i went and dropped the “strep throat” (this sh-t f-cking sucks bro! i’m bored, f-ck!)
yeah, need a big crib, somewhere not here
in the mountains, on the top hill -yawn-
spending big crumbs, and they not stale
i get purebread, like a clydes-
like a clydes-
clydesdale?

(off-mic)
talkin’ bout a f-ckin’ clydesdale, you idiot
delete this sh-t bro delete it

[hook 1]
five, four, three, two
run it back, take a lap
keep then xannnys in my sack, in my sock
b-tch boy watch it, think we caught him, wet him, leave him red like robin
i ain’t tough, but you f-cked up when all that yellow tape say caution
it say caution, don’t be gawking when you see me; ferragamo
take a coffee break, by that break i mean bring me my coffee

(off-mic)
yea it’s like seven shots espresso, the white chocolate joint?
it’ venti or something. venti white chocolate, thing

[verse 2]
give that boy sh-t if it get to him
pop more led then a pencil (huh)
keep him in check like the rent due (huh)
didn’t wanna do it but he asked for it, yeah (huh, huh)
play it back, play it back, put this in rotation, yuh
f-ck your vibes, i can’t breathe, i been suffocating
rap like magic, make them rhymes there
you want active, i want moncler
exit right stage, that ain’t quite fair
i’m like knott’s though, you like fright fest
i’m bout to blow up like i’m a minefield
your b-tch ain’t bad but your b-tch no steinfeld
you give her up, but you can’t get mine though
you make me laugh, but you ain’t no seinfeld (are you talking about, f-ck it, hailee steinfeld, or?)
boss up on a rapper i think imma have too
k!ll a new career? no i don’t mind if i do
i go stupid when i’m winnin’ and go stupid when im spittin’ you might think i was a llama, get to finding my groove
-yawn- (this sh-t sucks!)

[hook 2]
run it back, take a lap
keep then xannnys in my sack, in my sock
b-tch boy watch it, think we caught him, wet him, leave him red like robin
i ain’t tough, but you f-cked up when all that yellow tape say caution
it say caution, don’t be gawking when you see that ferragamo

(off-mic)
it’s done! it’s f-ckin’ done
bring me the, heh, bring me the coffee
(f-ck let me go home bro!)
(b-tch! gangy! roachy roachy roachy.)

- sugs lyrics

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