Suffer lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Are n*ggas acting like I don't run this motherf*cker? (Yeah, I run it)
I just hit his b*tch up, finna make this n*gga suffer (Make him suffer)
All these n*ggas begging, damn, I'm finna change my number (All these n*ggas broke)
Damn, that's your boyfriend? What a bummer (What a bummer)
She just want to suck it, I ain't have to touch it (I don't touch it)
Did the n*gga dirty, I don't think he gon' recover (I don't know)
I like f*cking hoes and counting money with my brothers (Yeah)
Diamonds hitting hard in the sun, change the colors (Change the colors)
How you trick it off on a b*tch? Damn, I wonder (Why you do that?)
Hit a lot of b*tches that could never meet my mother (They can't meet)
Promisе I will never sprint up in thesе Mike Amiri runners (Never)
In my phone, you not stored, it's just a number (It's just a number)
Got a whole room just for kicks, PJ Tucker (PJ Tucker)
These are my confessions, tell my b*tch, feel like Usher (Feel like Usher)
Found some out of town hoes, don't you see what I discovered? (I discovered)

[Chorus: Jeeezy]
Lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (These n*ggas suffer)
Ain't no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (Make these n*ggas suffer)
I'm in love with bad hoes, but I make they n*ggas suffer (Make they n*ggas suffer)
I just took a n*gga b*tch and I don't think he gon' recover (Think he gon' recover)
Lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (These n*ggas suffer)
Ain't no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (Make these n*ggas suffer)
I'm in love with bad hoes, but I make they n*ggas suffer (Make they n*ggas suffer)
I just took a n*gga b*tch and I don't think he gon' recover (Think he gon' recover)
[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I just took a n*gga b*tch, she said my pockets quite larger (Quite larger)
Yeah, we on, the biggest yacht, yeah, we f*cking up the harbor (f*cking up the harbor)
Two hundred for a fade, yeah, I got a nice barber (Ask my barber)
I just hit some good sh*t in Philly like I'm Bryce Harper (Bryce Harper)
Poured down on the flight, I'm finna sleep before departure (Before departure)
n*ggas messaging my b*tch, but I'ma take it way farther (I'ma take it farther)
Anywhere we go, we pull up, lotta jewelry, lotta armor (Lotta armor)
She keep telling me she quit, I said, "We was never partners" (We was never partners)
Make 'em suffer, lotta blues, yeah, I hate dubs (Hate dubs)
Got a nail tech doctor and a b*tch that makes pay stubs (Whole lotta paper)
She get straight to it, I don't ask her how her day was (I ain't ask)
I can't stay, I'm peeling out her driveway, I'm in the race club (Yeah, I'm peeling out)

[Chorus: Jeeezy]
Lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (These n*ggas suffer)
Ain't no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (Make these n*ggas suffer)
I'm in love with bad hoes, but I make they n*ggas suffer (Make they n*ggas suffer)
I just took a n*gga b*tch and I don't think he gon' recover (Think he gon' recover)
Lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (These n*ggas suffer)
Ain't no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (Make these n*ggas suffer)
I'm in love with bad hoes, but I make they n*ggas suffer (Make they n*ggas suffer)
I just took a n*gga b*tch and I don't think he gon' recover (Think he gon' recover)

[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]
I got n*ggas feeling suicidal, they ain't even really love her (They ain't even really love her)
f*cking on his b*tch and playing with his son, he won't recover (He won't recover)
I can't give a hand to these broke n*ggas, let 'em struggle (Struggle)
Plain ass hoodie, cost a band, this sh*t so subtle (This sh*t so subtle)
Quick to get some top and tell a b*tch, "I don't got no rubber" (I don't got no rubber)
Quarterback and lining all my n*ggas up, ain't no huddle (Ain't no huddle)
Sleeping with a model with my back turned, I can't cuddle (I can't cuddle)
Your b*tch blowin' up my phone every time you get trouble (Every time you get trouble)
He don't play about her, yeah, he strict about the b*tch (He so strict)
Had 'em throwing up, this n*gga sick about the b*tch (He so sick)
Y'all can have the liquor, you ain't sippin' none of this (Sippin' none of this)
Other n*ggas b*tches, I be quick to come and get (I be quick to come and get)
[Chorus: Jeeezy]
Lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (These n*ggas suffer)
Ain't no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (Make these n*ggas suffer)
I'm in love with bad hoes, but I make they n*ggas suffer (Make they n*ggas suffer)
I just took a n*gga b*tch and I don't think he gon' recover (Think he gon' recover)
Lotta blues, finna make these n*ggas suffer (These n*ggas suffer)
Ain't no rules, finna make these n*ggas suffer (Make these n*ggas suffer)
I'm in love with bad hoes, but I make they n*ggas suffer (Make they n*ggas suffer)
I just took a n*gga b*tch and I don't think he gon' recover (Think he gon' recover)