Lirik Lagu Sucka Free - Tyler, The Creator
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This that Eastside, Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo to PCA shitPut your top down, sun beamin', for real, huh
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for reallyI'm that guy, tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for really (Yeah, ayy)
Shitty backup (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro)Baby-blue Bimmer, watch it back upGot my jewels on, sure I'm strapped upWe don't know you, nigga, back up (Uh-huh)Pockets full of chili like it's hot sauce (Uh-huh)Niggas actin' silly just to pop offHop off my dick, there's some hoes in hereOdd Future, Wolf Gang, all the bros in hereYou niggas bums, you never really figured it outYou the type to let a bitch wear a shoe in your house (Hah)You the type to buy a chain before some furniture, couchAnd you the type of nigga never had a fist hit your mouth (Bink-bink-bink, huh)You ain't got no guap, no paper, ain't no inkSee, I'm that guy, give a fuck what you think (Nigga)So please keep that weirdo shit from meI'm just stackin' up my cheese, tryna stay sucker-free
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for reallyI'm that guy tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for really
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paperI'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper
Throw all the bums to the back, bitch, I'm dumb to the maxI'm him, I'm that guy, run and tell thatAll that street talk corny, y'all ratsBro, you are a good man, what you know about that, nigga?It's weird and that's on my mommyHoes tell, we don't need no lobbyGet the extras, ain't need no hobbyDrop the top, I'm never sloppyKeep a thumper, brodieCan you please hop off my bumper, nigga?
I'm that guy (Niggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for reallyI'm that guy tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for really
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paperI'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (What y'all niggas on, bro?)I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paperI'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (Woo)
Mind your business, mind your figures, niggaGet your paper up and turn the goofy down, for real, bro, hmm (Don't tap the glass)
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for reallyI'm that guy, tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for really (Yeah, ayy)
Shitty backup (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro)Baby-blue Bimmer, watch it back upGot my jewels on, sure I'm strapped upWe don't know you, nigga, back up (Uh-huh)Pockets full of chili like it's hot sauce (Uh-huh)Niggas actin' silly just to pop offHop off my dick, there's some hoes in hereOdd Future, Wolf Gang, all the bros in hereYou niggas bums, you never really figured it outYou the type to let a bitch wear a shoe in your house (Hah)You the type to buy a chain before some furniture, couchAnd you the type of nigga never had a fist hit your mouth (Bink-bink-bink, huh)You ain't got no guap, no paper, ain't no inkSee, I'm that guy, give a fuck what you think (Nigga)So please keep that weirdo shit from meI'm just stackin' up my cheese, tryna stay sucker-free
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for reallyI'm that guy tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for really
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paperI'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper
Throw all the bums to the back, bitch, I'm dumb to the maxI'm him, I'm that guy, run and tell thatAll that street talk corny, y'all ratsBro, you are a good man, what you know about that, nigga?It's weird and that's on my mommyHoes tell, we don't need no lobbyGet the extras, ain't need no hobbyDrop the top, I'm never sloppyKeep a thumper, brodieCan you please hop off my bumper, nigga?
I'm that guy (Niggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for reallyI'm that guy tryna get my paper, babyI'm that guy for really
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paperI'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (What y'all niggas on, bro?)I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paperI'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (Woo)
Mind your business, mind your figures, niggaGet your paper up and turn the goofy down, for real, bro, hmm (Don't tap the glass)
