Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beg, artist - Suspect. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beg |
| Ayy, man said that he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg |
| I’ll make my younger do him dirty |
| See that top? |
| Go shade that in red |
| No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher |
| Top marks for going off the edge |
| That means hit his friend as well |
| And that’s another fucking Z |
| Man said he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg |
| I’ll make my younger do him dirty |
| See that top? |
| Go shade that in red |
| No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher |
| Top marks for going off the edge |
| I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck |
| I beg a man witness |
| What a man’s doing to these riddims |
| From I linked up with Fly, it was written |
| And he flang me a beat and man rid it |
| I mean, who would have thought I’d be spitting? |
| All of this work a man’s put in |
| Plug thinks I’m a joke man |
| All of these birds I’ve been flipping |
| I’ve been tryna teach you |
| But you pussyholes just won’t listen |
| This here is some serious fucking words of wisdom |
| Gems in every bar I give them |
| Schooling the game, no tuition fee |
| Studying how I flex, they just wanna be we |
| There goes S, the flamboyant G |
| They wan' copy my style, they know I keep it prestige |
| Pussy nigga say he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg |
| He just wanted some protection |
| Now watch how he end up next |
| That nigga was lucky |
| He could have met his death |
| I told T «just take the chain |
| And then bring me his Rolex» |
| Man said that he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg |
| I’ll make my mash go to work |
| See that top? |
| Go colour it red |
| No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher |
| Top marks for going off the edge |
| That means hit his friend as well |
| And that’s another fucking Z |
| Man said he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg |
| I’ll make my younger do him dirty |
| See that top? |
| Go shade that in red |
| No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher |
| Top marks for going off the edge |
| I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck |
| Still shotting on all of you broke boys |
| You’re looking at me like I started or something |
| I’ve got hittas for all of you broke boys (bruck boys) |
| And I ain’t talking 'bout my cousin or nuttin' |
| And we’re sicker than all of these fake rappers (course) |
| Before the fans and shit, we was famous (uh, and rich) |
| Little nigga, you need a life check |
| You need some new trainers (and a bitch) |
| I’m on bare antics (oh) |
| Serving up clear and criss |
| My brudda |
| We could have spent bare on this |
| Know about us? |
| How? |
| 'Cause Tom, Dick and Harry love gossip |
| On the frontline, you ain’t really on shit |
| I’ve never had a job but I need new mop sticks |
| Pussy nigga say he knows me |
| If so, go put in some work |
| I’m gonna start taxing these begs |
| Everybody’s gotta pay by the third |
| Me? |
| I’m by the third |
| Holla at H on a whippin' excursh |
| Stupid fucking nerd |
| Leave me alone before you get hurt |
| Man said that he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg (beggar) |
| I’ll make my mash go to work |
| See that top? |
| Go colour it red |
| No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher |
| Top marks for going off the edge |
| That means hit his friend as well |
| And that’s another fucking Z |
| Man said he knows me |
| But he’s a fucking beg |
| I’ll make my younger do him dirty |
| See that top? |
| Go shade that in red |
| No, I ain’t your fucking school teacher |
| Top marks for going off the edge |
| Ayy |
| I love it when these fucking little niggas on reck |