K Suave Bitter Sweet Lyrics

[Chorus]
If you f*ckin' with me then you f*ckin' a boss, I'll glow your whole life up
She know I got hoes, all my bitches bad, but she don't even act up
Van Cleef bracelet when she walk the runway, She confident she don't need luck
I park my car inside a living room, you don't understand I got big bucks
Your money substractin' mine is addin' up
You whole gang look broke, you ain't feedin' them
I just bought a brand new whip, put stars on the ceiling
Hittin' this hoe with a condom, can't handle my children
Baby, you know I'm one in a million
Lately, I've been, thinking bout killing
We gon' hit everything once we in there spinnin'
She keep tryna take pictures wearing my pendant
Smell coochie with a excess [?]
I'm gettin' high off the MDMA

[Verse]
In a big ass crib posted with your bae
I be cyclin' hoes that I took on dates
Hell no bitch, you can't sit on my face
I got her like, "How much money can this young nigga make?"
I don't pay attention to the hate
I'm startin' to think is they job, they work everyday
Put a hand on my bitch you get maced
I'm talking bout new drank, I'm in love with this taste
How you feel about going so late? Catch a fish I don't need no bait
I just f*cked up, my soda is laced
I know you sad and going through pain
Addicted to p*ssy, I gotta get laid

[Audio Recording]
(Record me I don't care, record me I don't care
Post it, post it, post it/)
It's not even recording
(Post it, post it
I don't care, I don't care, I don't.../) (sobbing)

[Chorus]
If you f*ckin' with me then you f*ckin' a boss, I'll glow your whole life up
She know I got hoes, all my bitches bad, but she don't even act up
Van Cleef bracelet when she walk the runway, She confident she don't need luck
I park my car inside a living room, you don't understand I got big bucks
Your money substractin' mine is addin' up
You whole gang look broke, you ain't feedin' them
I just bought a brand new whip, put stars on the ceiling
Hittin' this hoe with a condom, can't handle my children
Baby, you know I'm one in a million
Lately, I've been, thinking bout killing
We gon' hit everything once we in there spinnin'
She keep tryna take pictures wearing my pendant
Smell coochie with a excess [?]
I'm gettin' high off the MDMA