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Sucka Nigga Video (MV)




Performed By: Torchington
Length: 3:03
Written by: Christopher Smith




Torchington - Sucka Nigga Lyrics




Do the crime, do the time never snitch on your brother
Hold it down like you under the weather
How you call him your man and y'all ain't get no money together
You know he hurting but you don't wanna see him do better

You got the formula but you don't want to show that man
Even worse you won't throw him a band, damn
Be the same type of n***** won't look out for their mother
So for sure they won't look out for they brother
Damn

In the belly of the beast where the sun don't shine much
In the jungle where you probably could find us
Where n***** is plotting all on your pockets you'll get killed over commas
Kiss you goodnight ain't no need for pajamas
Just being honest

Keep your enemies close but your strap even closer
And keep your eyes open like a G suppose to
You get caught slipping you won't get a do-over
And if you lucky you won't meet Jehovah
Stay woke

If you ain't living what you rapping then to us you a corn
Never been through nothing, never weathered no storm
As a man dawg your word suppose to be your bond
Instead you living like Pinocchio but we don't buy your okie doke

We trapping to survive, on your parents y'all depend
Spending mommy money like you hustled for them ends
It's only for so long fake n***** could pretend
What don't come out in the wash will come out in the rinse

These n***** frauding and I ain't never like they kind
Gotta hit the blunt these days to ease my mind
When they show you who they are gotta believe them signs
I hope the real come back one day at a time

You gotta walk in my shoes to see the places I been
Like when them numbers ain't punch I had to switch up my bin
Put a stack on the bit and ain't make back a cent
Did whatever just to get it right, some nights I ain't sleep at night

Was due to bad thoughts but still I woke up blessed
These n***** all fronting word to mommy they stressed
On top of that they singing like they work at the Met
Nothing more, nothing less, these n***** rats in the flesh

Acting like they ain't the plug to get a bigger cut
Giving snake vibes and them numbers ain't adding up
You know wussup
Make a n**** wanna do something to you
And they don't care if they went to school with you

Who raised y'all, y'all morals and principles are off
Bunch of females, y'all probably get menstruals and all
Got my name from a female, was raised by a female
And that's cool but homie I don't move like no female

I move like a soldier in the army or something
I be strapped up and in boots, it's drama I'm dumping
Leave you Swiss cheesed up, ripped from the knees up
Paramedics won't save you, you gon need more than luck
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Do the crime, do the time never snitch on your brother
Hold it down like you under the weather
How you call him your man and y'all ain't get no money together
You know he hurting but you don't wanna see him do better

You got the formula but you don't want to show that man
Even worse you won't throw him a band, damn
Be the same type of n***** won't look out for their mother
So for sure they won't look out for they brother
Damn

In the belly of the beast where the sun don't shine much
In the jungle where you probably could find us
Where n***** is plotting all on your pockets you'll get killed over commas
Kiss you goodnight ain't no need for pajamas
Just being honest

Keep your enemies close but your strap even closer
And keep your eyes open like a G suppose to
You get caught slipping you won't get a do-over
And if you lucky you won't meet Jehovah
Stay woke

If you ain't living what you rapping then to us you a corn
Never been through nothing, never weathered no storm
As a man dawg your word suppose to be your bond
Instead you living like Pinocchio but we don't buy your okie doke

We trapping to survive, on your parents y'all depend
Spending mommy money like you hustled for them ends
It's only for so long fake n***** could pretend
What don't come out in the wash will come out in the rinse

These n***** frauding and I ain't never like they kind
Gotta hit the blunt these days to ease my mind
When they show you who they are gotta believe them signs
I hope the real come back one day at a time

You gotta walk in my shoes to see the places I been
Like when them numbers ain't punch I had to switch up my bin
Put a stack on the bit and ain't make back a cent
Did whatever just to get it right, some nights I ain't sleep at night

Was due to bad thoughts but still I woke up blessed
These n***** all fronting word to mommy they stressed
On top of that they singing like they work at the Met
Nothing more, nothing less, these n***** rats in the flesh

Acting like they ain't the plug to get a bigger cut
Giving snake vibes and them numbers ain't adding up
You know wussup
Make a n**** wanna do something to you
And they don't care if they went to school with you

Who raised y'all, y'all morals and principles are off
Bunch of females, y'all probably get menstruals and all
Got my name from a female, was raised by a female
And that's cool but homie I don't move like no female

I move like a soldier in the army or something
I be strapped up and in boots, it's drama I'm dumping
Leave you Swiss cheesed up, ripped from the knees up
Paramedics won't save you, you gon need more than luck
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Writer: Christopher Smith
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