DON SVAVÉ - Suizide (feat. BlizO) Lyrics

(Aye)
Bitch I pull on the scene
Grand Marquis something mean in it
Probably the baddest bitch you done ever seen in it
And I'm shining like I spent the whole day cleaning it
Bro I live that life these niggas dream the shit
Can't believe the shit, you see the look on their face
Straight out the gate, give me mine I got too much at stake
'Til 25, a 9-5 had me running in place,
Had to grab life by the ankles and beat off the f*ckin breaks
But wait, make no mistake I ain't a rapper
But the number one spot is what I'm after
Trying to get this easy money nigga, FAFSA
Accumulate my chips, Hewlett-Packard
No one man should have all this swagger
The way I stroke these birdies I should win a Masters
Addicted to this life we living 'cuz it's faster
You witnessing a star in the making, NASA

Oh my god
Call the coast guard, I've been drippin' so hard
Oooh baby doll, come away from that bar, yea yea
We ain't leavin till we out of alcohol
Mama you do need your money
You don't need your card
You don't need your panties
You don't need your bra
Cuz tonight we're flying higher than a star
Cuz tonight we're flying higher than a star

(Damn) Now your girl f*cking a highway nigga
Kinda funny cuz she said that she ain't gotta nigga
Apparently you had no idea 'bout a nigga
Cuz you dap me up everytime you spot a nigga
You lookin for her bro I'm probably with her
Penthouse in the suite, you wait in the lobby nigga
Hate me cuz I'm cocky nigga
But when the underdog win how can you knock a nigga
Put yourself in my shoes
The kind of niggas that make they own rules
It's the lazy niggas that ain't making no moves
Ain't got shit to do so they worried 'bout you
This the life I choose give a f*ck if you approve
To pay these niggas mind I would be a fool
I could lose a ho but never lose my cool
I could lose a ho but never lose my cool

Oh my god
Call the coast guard, I've been drippin so hard
Oooh baby doll, come away from that bar, yea yea
We ain't leaving till we out of alcohol
Mama you do need your money
You don't need your card
You don't need your panties
You don't need your bra
Cuz tonight we're flying higher than a star
Cuz tonight we're flying
Like a shooting star aye (we goin up)
We so high, we so fly, we so high
So fly like a shooting star aye (we goin' up)
We so high, we so fly, we so high (we goin' up)
It's suicide, It's suicide, It's suicide

It's been damn near 8 since a BlizO mixtape
Yet I'm still real hungry
Like a nigga ain't ate
Oysters and crab cake with filet mignon
Folk done me wrong
Tryna figure out what they be on
Was way ahead of my time back then in '99
Low key, I be mindin' mine with a vast ass grind
Made a quarter outta' penny, still drank the Hyp 'n Henny
Whip da 96 Impala with the 'Vet motor in it
Dey know I gets plenty so f*ck what dey tal'bout
(Take a lot of you's to does this)
So what's left but f*ckin doubt
Blocked out a lot, tunnel vision is a must
Really neva gave a f*ck, always kept my chips up
Blame da homie SVAVE for me going all Kanye
Coolin blowing dis grade A, with a mixed mami
King shìt, Bling quit, niggaz prayed for my downfall
Preparation for reparations that's overdue from all y'all