Sucker 4 Love Lyrics

Look, she wanna smoke, drink liquor all day

She wanna twerk, get a nigga to pay

Nah, I ain't havin' that

What you think, I'm a sucker for love

What you think, I'ma stay in this club gettin' fucked up,

I'm on to bigger and better

I'm switchin' to different weathers

Might cop a brand new Beretta

It's only used for protection,

Know how to handle a weapon

Better keep it cool

Got my niggas in the back

Pull up on you like after school

She got a fetish for foreigns and mad expensive diamonds

I'd rather be with a shorty that keep it real, no lyin

I see who really be perpetratin', you can't fool me

If I slip up, first chance, they gonna try to do me

I'm on my Ps and Qs, make sure I'm livin' right

She wanna creep at night, I told her, live your life

You only wanted pipe, I cannot book your flights

She wanna stay the night, I'm like, yeah, aight

Can't run from L.O.V.E

Can't run

Uh, what you think,

I'm a sucker for love

What you think,

I'm a sucker for love

You got me goin' fucked up

Can't run from L.O.V.E

You can't run

Uh, what you think,

I'm a sucker for love

Look my aura felt when I step in the room

I got my paper right, it's rollin' in soon

Prepare for motherfuckin' doom

Mask on, they jackin' niggas in June

Be on your Ps and Qs, or nigga, you food

I'm on a riot with my squadron

Come from that lineage in Harlem

Out in Saint Nick, puttin' up buckets

in linkin' projects where the feds steady watchin

Got them rat niggas behind him

Can smell and tell when a nigga really lyin

Story I'm not buyin', you don't believe you

You playin', but this shit really my life

You ain't my equal, cause in your mind

The devil get you hype, they got you poisoned

Programmed off the trick knowledge

So when you see me, it's disrespect

Or you pay homage, I gotta stay climbin

I'm eatin' fruits and salad, fresh Caesar fade

Kickin' my feet up on a foreign island

They start to talk real crazy, cause they don't know where I am

Look, gotta remind em

You can't run

I'm just thinkin' out my soul for real

I'm just talkin' on my for work

Uh-huh

You can't run

Uh-huh

Woo

Uh-huh

This for my playa niggas out there

We ain't never

You can't let no bitch control you

Niggas gotta get this money

Niggas gotta make these moves

You hear that

That's the money talkin

I used to go on Fig a lot

I actually used to be on Fig a lot

Always in the 60s a lot

But it's always bullshit

It's always police and it's chaotic over there

I actually need to start listening to my gut feeling more

On Fig, I've gotten kidnapped, held for ransom

I've gotten robbed at gunpoint, literally standing on the street

I really say music is my option A

I don't have no option B

God ain't no pimp, god ain't no playa

Don't get it mixed up, don't get it twisted

And I'ma tell you what a playa is

It's a pathetic, lying-ass, yellow, alleycat

Now go ahead and be a playa

Allah was never no playa

He just be clean

And you know how to master all things in existence

By first mastering yourself

Control yourself

And you try to take people with you

And try to claim that you right and exact

And you not, not