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Sucka Free (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Teerose
Length: 1:32
Written by: Shiatina Brown




Teerose - Sucka Free (Freestyle) Lyrics




Damn thought we was vibing
Shit felt like perfect timing
But you really out here wiling
Bout to make me get violent
Bout to beat you and that hoe
How you figured I ain't want smoke
Boy you a f*cking joke
You ran yo mouth like a woe
Imma tie yo bitch ass up
And make it blow
Imma run on yo block
Pull out my glock
This ain't no gimmicks nigga
Gimmie the shit in ya socks
Make a move you get popped
I'm coming hard non stop
Call my boys to set up shop
Imma hit u where it hurt
Put your pockets in the dirt
Turn you into my do boy
Pancakes with extra syrup
Show you how it really feel
Hey hurt here it is
Time for you to shed some tears
I'm gone make you feel all this
I'm the best that there is
She can't compete
She don't compare
My Brazilian Ha pack hair
You know I get my own bands
You know that ion't need no man
If the shoe was on yo foot
You wouldn't even double look
If the roles took a switch
You would have been folded bitch
You know what f*ck you and that hoe
Imma exit on this note
But before I leave out
Somebody head gone get smoked
Call yo mama let ha know
Told you I ain't going that's on foe
Its either you or her
F*ck it imma end em both
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Damn thought we was vibing
Shit felt like perfect timing
But you really out here wiling
Bout to make me get violent
Bout to beat you and that hoe
How you figured I ain't want smoke
Boy you a f*cking joke
You ran yo mouth like a woe
Imma tie yo bitch ass up
And make it blow
Imma run on yo block
Pull out my glock
This ain't no gimmicks nigga
Gimmie the shit in ya socks
Make a move you get popped
I'm coming hard non stop
Call my boys to set up shop
Imma hit u where it hurt
Put your pockets in the dirt
Turn you into my do boy
Pancakes with extra syrup
Show you how it really feel
Hey hurt here it is
Time for you to shed some tears
I'm gone make you feel all this
I'm the best that there is
She can't compete
She don't compare
My Brazilian Ha pack hair
You know I get my own bands
You know that ion't need no man
If the shoe was on yo foot
You wouldn't even double look
If the roles took a switch
You would have been folded bitch
You know what f*ck you and that hoe
Imma exit on this note
But before I leave out
Somebody head gone get smoked
Call yo mama let ha know
Told you I ain't going that's on foe
Its either you or her
F*ck it imma end em both
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Writer: Shiatina Brown
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