B Will Suitcase Feat. Young Dolph & Koly P Lyrics

B Will Suitcase Feat. Young Dolph & Koly P Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t go back on my call
Police might heat, you know that I’m a star
Imma ball go hard
Nigga know me I shoot with the arch
In the daily it’s [?] we in Givenchy and Tailor made suits
You either go fast or jump out the roof
We got a [?] cuz they said we got proof
They really don’t like it
They really don’t like it
They way that we move
Fuck them I paid for those moves
I made all the moves
She gave me the pussy
I paid for the food
Imma still make us around town
So no label the dues

[Hook]
Drop your bitch on a trip she need a suitcase
Ate dinner at fibs
My lawyer brought a suitcase
Hoe I ain’t tripping if you dip
Make sure you got a suitcase
Just don’t dip off in my suitcase
Nigga know I got them shooters
And their guns ain’t in no suitcase
Hopping out the car full of powder got the screw face
I’m in the next car flipping coins like i’m the two face
No longer catching bodies, you don’t want it
I’m too straight

[Verse 2]
I got a quarter million in my suitcase
Yeah yeah, on the way to see the plug, I’ll be back Tuesday
I’ll be right back
Drinking Activis like it’s cool aid
I been getting too much cake, I got a toothache
Damn aye, counting is all I do for real
Shopping is all I know, you know that
Trapping at the corner store
I just got a truck load
A hundred stacks will get you gone
And every nigga that hang with you
I feel like Al Capone
That ain’t your nigga if he don’t bang with you
Earning money got a young nigga out here living luxury
Fucked her one too many times now the bitch say she in love with me
Sell the work
Flip the weight
Count the money
Do it again over and over
Hold up, I’ll call you back, my amigo calling on the Motorola

[Hook]
Drop your bitch on a trip she need a suitcase
Ate dinner at fibs
My lawyer brought a suitcase
Hoe I ain’t tripping if you dip
Make sure you got a suitcase
Just don’t dip off in my suitcase
Nigga know I got them shooters
And their guns ain’t in no suitcase
Hopping out the car full of powder got the screw face
I’m in the next car flipping coins like i’m the two face
No longer catching bodies, you don’t want it
I’m too straight

[Verse 2]
I got them bitches selling pussy
Boy I put that in my suitcase
Don’t fuck with fuck niggas
On the real, them niggas two face
Now look at my lil shooter
Red dots on the tupe
I kick pulling pussy ass nigga like I’m Lupe
They too fake
Don’t fuck with niggas cuz they do hate
I stand before the judge and tell her lies for niggas straight face
Your bitch I finna take her she with me getting ….
If Boosie holla wall screaming mayday
At the age of 16 I robbed Mexicans on their pay day
In the field I’m playing [?] bitch I’m Rayray
And Imma bust the pussy nigga if he jay fake
My shooters hit the fence and on the real boy they go laylay me

[Hook]
Drop your bitch on a trip she need a suitcase
Ate dinner at fibs
My lawyer brought a suitcase
Hoe I ain’t tripping if you dip
Make sure you got a suitcase
Just don’t dip off in my suitcase
Nigga know I got them shooters
And their guns ain’t in no suitcase
Hopping out the car full of powder got the screw face
I’m in the next car flipping coins like i’m the two face
No longer catching bodies, you don’t want it
I’m too straight

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