This is a song about "Suck it"

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Ya boy said suck it hoe, suck it hoe you know you want this (know you want this)

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Bitches suck me up like they just blazed it

Sometimes haters say shit you suck

That shit was wack as fuck

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Bitches is artificially duck

I already know you suck

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

At least make it believable alright, your lies suck