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Monday, December 6, 2021

We The Sus Music - Dear Hacker ft. Void lyrics

Dear Hacker ft. Void

We The Sus Music

GENRE
Rap, Pop
[Intro]
(Oh, boo hoo)
(Let me play a sad song for ya on the world's smallest violin)
(We The Sus Music)

[Verse 1: We The Sus Music]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yo, I’m suckin' on his dick for like hours at a time
Droppin' bars, it got ya speechless like a fuckin’ pantomime
Yeah, you hacked into our account, but you didn't do it well
And yo momma steady trippin' 'cause my dick is like a magic spell
We The Sus Music, bitch, yeah, you ain't tryna fuck with us
We're whippin' out our dicks and we gon' hit you with a hundred shots
And you hacked into our channel ’cause you bitches broke as shit
"Buy XRP and Ripple?" Bitch, ripple on this dick
Fucked your girlfriend in my crib, oh, baby, a triple
We just got our channel back ’cause you made the password "Ripple" (You're stupid)
Littlе bitch trynna hack into our account, I’m like "Who dis?"
Yeah, we likе to suck up on that cock and bitch, we don't miss
In the back of a car we made a hit and you pissed off
Six mil views, We The Sus and we gon' lift off
Bars so hard but you need it 'cause yo’ dick soft
Julica M-C-Y-T, you mad? You can get yo' shit rocked
Tryna talk shitty on our name on your YouTube?
You a pick me girl but ain't nobody gonna choose you
YouTube helped out in the end but their support is trash
Take that article you sent us, shove it eight feet up your ***
Shoutout PogBruh and Bandai, y'all must be some legends
We go down on all these haters like our name is Tyler Blevins (Fuck you, kid)
Dream gave the sus a shoutout, but for you, he'll never mention
Now just go back to your school, kid, you just got detention

[Verse 2: Void with We The Sus Music]
Sus gang hit me up, told me "hop up on this track"
'Cause some pussy took their channel (But we fucking got it back)
Void be packin' on yo fuckin' ass, bitch, just run that back
You a rat and I'ma pull up on yo shit (Skrrt), Hellcat
Yeah, you really think you did something, but we just do not care
Think we pressed over some kid hunched over in a gaming chair?
Who got bed bugs on his pillow and got lice up in his hair
Really care? Yeah, right, Dream stans wanna fight
But yo mama in the freezer, hosting cockroaches on ice
Writin' bars just like I'm Yagami but I ain't goin' light
"I'm a lethal fucking hacker" No, bitch, you are just not
Man, this pussy thought his toaster was a fucking Autobot
Dumbass little kid, who the fuck he think he is?
You can hack these fuckin' nuts and go and suck up on this dick
We The Sus, Void Gang, broke boy, you cannot see us
Yeah, this kid was on Pawn Stars tryna sell his teeth for two peanuts

[Outro: Void]
I'm really gonna get into the pack in ya fatass now
Cum in a bun
Yo body build like a discombobulated philosophical buffalo
Disabled crip' walking crawfish Autobot
Doin' the cha-cha slide with seventeen naked mole rats
In your basement with your grandma
It's like a simultaneously butt fucked
By fifteen chimpanzees dressed up as the Wiggles
And they were singing, "Fruit salad, yummy, yummy"
While they were eating your ass out in a dirty toilet
Boy, you ugly as shit
Run that shit back

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Wednesday, August 25, 2021

We The Sus Music - Lil Nas X, Jack Harlow - INDUSTRY BABY lyrics

Lil Nas X, Jack Harlow - INDUSTRY BABY

We The Sus Music

GENRE
Rap
[Intro]
(We the Sus Music)
Broke his back, aye, clappin' ass, aye
Couple hickies on him, that's a wrap, aye
That's a fact, aye, throw it back, aye

[Pre-Chorus]
Try to suck all of the champions
They would bust when I began, yeah
Funny how you thought it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah

[Chorus]
I nutted long ago, I was stroked
They were wanting me to blow
I don't cum for nothing dog
Unless I'm choked
Just tell them I'm not payin' though
You was never really turnin' me on anyway
'Cause I'm back up at the top you wanted me to pay
I don't cum for nothing dog
Unless I'm choked
Just tell them that the break is over

[Verse 1]
Uh, need a, uh
Need to get this album done
Need to get him in the bum
All our songs are just for fun
When I'm done I'm finna cum
Tell a bitch, boy, "I don't see ya," ha
I'm finna try to fuck Bieber, ha
Leave that boy in tears, ha
Wait here's an idea
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
What's the hold up?
We ain't fall off, it's just hard makin our songs sus
'Cause we blew up and got hacked
And now everybody copyin' us
But you know that We The Sus Music
You can never beat us

[Pre-Chorus]
Try to suck all of the champions
They would bust when I began, yeah
Funny how you thought it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah

[Chorus]
I nutted long ago, I was stroked
They were wanting me to blow
I don't cum for nothing dog
Unless I'm choked
Just tell them I'm not payin' though
You was never really turnin' me on anyway
'Cause I'm back up at the top you wanted me to pay
I don't cum for nothing dog
Unless I'm choked
Just tell them that the break is over

[Verse 2]
My ass be so clean
They couldn't wait to just fuck me
I must be sucking all that D
Y'all shoudln't have let him suck me
It's too late, 'cause I'm here to stay and
These boys know that I'm nasty
I sent him back to his boyfriend
With my cum on his asscheek
While we talkin', I'm strippin' down
Suckin' dick, get him outta' town
I got enough dick to go around
OG so proud of me that he chokin' dick while he makin' toast
I'm the type to strip on a pole
Said I would be I made him choke
I don't clear up rumors, aye, where y'all sense of humor
Aye, I ain't makin' jokes
So let's just fuck like two high schoolers
Turn our haters to consumers
I make vets feel like they juniors
Say your time is coming soon, but just like Oklahomer
I'm just bustin' on you, twerkin' all up on you
I didn't cum in highschool, but I'm out here still nuttin' sooner
All these dudes and nut consumers
Got these girls just walkin' around like they ain't losers

[Chorus]
I nutted long ago, I was stroked
They were wanting me to blow
I don't cum for nothing dog
Unless I'm choked
Just tell them I'm not payin' though
You was never really turnin' me on anyway
'Cause I'm back up at the top you wanted me to pay
I don't cum for nothing dog
Unless I'm choked
Just tell them that the break is over

[Outro]
Please get on your knees, baby, mmmm
Please get on your knees, baby, yeah

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Saturday, June 19, 2021

Suspect - Sensi Cypher lyrics

Sensi Cypher

Suspect

GENRE
Rap
{Verse 1: Ren Thomas]
Check! Ha!
I smack a rapper backwards for talk like they carry axes
A bastard on tabs of acid I'm graphic trashin' a classic
My rite of passage is glasses of whiskey twisted bastard
I'm savage far from the average y'all suck we masters of madness
I spike the punch bowl let the party in league
Have you crying over your dogs like Marley and Me
Walk to the ring with a skull in my palm like Papa Shango
Gorilla good with their hands like Amy in Congo
A Christ diss to me is like believing in God when you just a bitch that won't listen like еven to God
And I'm eatin' you starvin' vanilla ice 'еm over the banister
I catch somebody shittin' like I'm Tyrion Lannister
If I ain't seein' money while my eyes green you're Visine
We catch 'em slippin' y'all get stuck like deers in a high beam
Bitch on these hoes at the store while I'm bustin' a nut
If DJ's don't play this shit then we fuckin' 'em up
Granted!

[Verse 2: Ghetto MC]
Six syllable spitter (Got a half) sinner
Scriptin' symbols while I'm sittin' on the shitter
Spliff spark the shit skunks
It's no secret I surely sing sonnets
That's a series of S's no offense
Seriously starving no end
Scarcely social no friends
Several strands of sativa no stems
Sticks for the suckers seeds for the growing
Big beautiful buds in the blunts that I'm glowing
Sensi Starr everything niggas be knowing
Trade pound for life so you know what I'm holding
Brandishing I'm braggadocious parked and it's breathtakin
How I'm balancing the bars and I've barely begun my brilliance is bar none
If I breathe on your beat you've been blessed with a BAR gun
[Verse 3: Burke the Jurke]
Yeah stop the drama 'fore I squash you you are not a soldier
I'll pop a cop in an iron shoulder to drop a poser
All you smell is dead decomposed body odor
Accidentally shot your noggin like I'm John Travolta
Pulp Fiction the warmest of problems
I'm a rocket well over these rappers sleepin' on me get 'em a pot of Folgers
Cockroaches flying over Nagasaki vultures
Pop radio imposters cock vlock the culture
I gotta get a lot of dollars and a lot of doja
Pop my collar karate chop a hip hop promoter
Constant motor everything that I drop is vulgar
A groupie floosie wanna duel me then I gotta choke her
She just swallowed a cobra in the side of mi cona
The don dada got a poker and I shock the children
Knock before the 'poster overlock I rode the rock n roll
Well I'm not a solo opp I have a vodka soda
You wanna push my buttons like an Xbox controller?
Take the Glock from the holster body over

[Verse 4: Maine Da Medicine]
Half black half Latino
Sipping ice tea in the garden just like Nino
And all my brothers scream for help yeah look at the eagle
Leave you a man apart like Vin Diesel
Blind to the hate blind to the fake
Take boys to school like Q with the blank face
I'm a top dog A1 beef I raise the stakes
I'm sittin' with the eighths and my bees scrapin' my plate
Puttin' in work ain't fuckin with' the words
Even my adlibs got 'em callin' me a jerk
But the flow got 'em screamin' out here like red alert
I'm nice with the pen I MC from the ghetto with a leaf on my shirt like I'm rapping with Ren
Me and Suspect back at it again
'Cause ruckus when I rock let the madness begin
('Cause ruckus when I rock let the madness begin)
[Verse 5: Adlib]
Party crashin' broad ass in it
Live travelin' but I ain't move legs
Maybe just a twitch rhyme a written trick
Let me pinch your bitch I'm fingering her clit
All we like to be is bad shit (bad shit)
Dance dirty I ain't Patrick (Dempsey)
Hat trick boy three times dope
Sure shot my whole life under a scope (Come on)
Gutter East Coast broccoli and cheddar
Whatever whenever stone cold leave a peephole in your sweater
I'm in that low peacoat cold as ever sexy every dinner
Sour or better I'm lightin' the best
Ape shit caveman cave in your chest
I'm not like the rest ain't no rest for the wicked
I can't dig it less I'm talkin' to bitches

[Verse 6: Suspect]
Sus the ghetto MC lining shots at the bar
Jack D and two blunts got my mind state on Mars
My entourage be Starr only Sensi in the jar
Cross the border and I angry that I'm setting it off
Keep that piff in the dutch yeah I brought it across
Like good Canadian kush no pebbles or strong
Everything is everything 'til you living like a refugee
Aiming at the goal cross lines like a refugee
Rhymes hit like a missile black diamonds by the fistful
Tryna get out these streets grip the pen not a pistol
TDot to New Jersey and the ghetto of birds
Hit Philly for some herb blow the clouds of purp
Keep the fuschia in a herb and I create that pocket
Nonstop shot blocker tatted up like Dennis Rodman
Please I brush you off like Jay did
Can't go out bitch like 'Ye did that's some fake shit

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Sunday, September 5, 2021

Carter Ozburn - Whereyagongo lyrics

Whereyagongo

Carter Ozburn

GENRE
Pop
You see ink color falling
Dripping
Down the
Top of my head
It’s the panic again
Oh yeah baby
Uh uh

I see you don’t bother calling
Him when
We’re both
Close to our end
Let the credits begin
Oh yeah baby uh uh

You keep tryna tell me
You can’t keep me on a leash(on a leash)
But i wanna know(wanna know)
Where this gon go
Ooooooooooooooh

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can’t tell the truth, I can’t get you used to this
Ooooooh no no
Yea aaaaaaah

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can’t tell the truth, I can’t get you used to this
Ooooooh no no
Yea aaaaaaah

I been switching locations
Always
Make some
Cash where i can
Busy tryna fit in
Oooooooh yeah baby
Uh uh
Could you walk with me baby
Potential
Face it
Palm of our hand
I’ll give you 15 grand
Ooooooooh yeah baby
Uh uh

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can’t tell the truth, I can’t get you used to this
Ooooooh no no
Yea aaaaaaah

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can’t tell the truth, I can’t get you used to this
Ooooooh no no
Yea aaaaaaah

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