Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say It with Your Chest, artist - Suspect. Date of issue: 18.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Say It with Your Chest |
| Say it with your chest |
| Always talking shit behind niggas backs |
| Just say it with your chest |
| Speak up, bitch boy |
| Say it with your chest, nigga |
| Just say it with your chest |
| Oh |
| I said anything you say, better mean that |
| No takesy-backsies |
| Nah, nigga, no retracts |
| Make a man see him and beat that |
| Squeeze 'em |
| Bunch of gully niggas with me |
| Little nigga, man, I wonder where your Gs at |
| Riding round my hood with my seat back |
| Big trizzy piece on my tee, fam |
| No nigga want it with me, fam |
| Got the whole hood respecting my G, fam |
| I’ve got niggas all shook, when I speak |
| They be looking at my feet, fam |
| I’ve got niggas on job, some riders |
| Gon' bang it and decease man |
| Man, approach them with ease, fam |
| Rap don’t determine my G, fam |
| Still, man are out in the street, fam |
| And they slap the MAC mizzy and breeze out |
| Post up for these pussyholes |
| I’m tryna |
| Someone tell these fucking nerds, man |
| They couldn’t be three up in their dreams |
| Man are getting money since a teen |
| Talk about money, how you mean? |
| Couldn’t envision what I’m seeing |
| Collecting gold medals |
| You can tell we the winners |
| Still told we’s the drillers |
| If I back it, you’re finished |
| Click-clack, good riddance |
| Bitch |
| Say it with your chest |
| Always talking shit behind niggas backs |
| Just say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest, nigga |
| Just say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest, ayy |
| Say it with your chest (chest) |
| Say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest (chest) |
| Say it with your |
| S-say it with your chest, nigga |
| Say it, say it, chest, say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest |
| I said say it with your chest |
| See me in the flesh |
| Don’t @ me on the net |
| Run up on a nigga |
| I bet you can’t @ me if you’re dead |
| Let it rain on your boss |
| The second in command will get it next |
| Where’s the respect? |
| Break down your set |
| All I smell is death in the air |
| It gets dark in the depths |
| Got me riding round the streets |
| And my car |
| Feds take a right |
| You know I’m karting it left |
| Park up the TEC |
| Rass up a Z |
| Run through my blower |
| Dialling a sket |
| I’ve got a whole bunch of tings |
| From east to the west |
| That’ll link these niggas, bitch |
| Now my palm in her breast |
| Ayy |
| Man just make the gyal dem get wet |
| They used to nick me in the trap house |
| Now I drop a tune and get cheques |
| Might do a show and get neck |
| All I say is stepped |
| I heard a rumour through the grapevine |
| That these pussy niggas upset |
| Tell 'em «say it with your chest» |
| Bitch |
| Say it with your chest |
| Always talking shit behind niggas backs |
| Just say it with your chest |
| Say it with your chest, nigga |
| Ayy, watch him go, watch him go |
| Just say it with your chest |