Exploring themes of hedonism and excess, Sueco's track delves into a fast-paced lifestyle marked by luxury, casual relationships, and carefree decisions. The lyrics boast of high-speed drives and expensive habits, symbolizing a life lived on the edge without concern for consequences. This bravado is intertwined with moments of vulnerability, where the artist hints at deeper issues like familial bonds and personal struggles, suggesting that behind the facade of glamour lies a complex individual navigating through life's challenges. Ultimately, the song portrays a dual narrative of indulgence and its underlying human reality. #Hedonism #LuxuryLifestyle #SelfReflection
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Lyrics
(KenzDean)
(I'm at, I'm at Suecos, bitch)
Fast, four hundred on the dash
Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don't really like to brag
Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's
I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin'
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens
Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' Whippits
Bitch I make beats and bad decisions
You at Sueco's
Stop the bitchin'
I ain't really fuckin' with you if you ain't with the vision
First time she came through, pulled down my britches
I ain't spendin' no bread, but I'll pay her a visit
I'm at LIV goin' up, but you can't get in it
She want a hit, I'm rollin up, got that Popeye spinach
Told me that I'm a child, told her quit the kiddin'
I'ma pass it to my rell, let him hit the kitten
She a Vixen on the cam so I grab my iPhone
She dumb with the head got me doin' a eye roll
She bad on film, gotta check out the B roll
Put my D in her V got her singin' a C note
Fast, four hundred on the dash
Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don't really like to brag
Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's
I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin'
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens
Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' Whippits
Bitch I make beats and bad decisions
You at Sueco's
Get with the program
Light skin bitch off that Lindsay Lohan
She off the dust
She off the Hillary Duff
Baby I ain't tryna cuff, I'm just tryna bust
Wait hol' up, you gotta play with my nuts, hmm
I'ma make a beat out your butt, hmm
007 James Bond
Double Oreo Stuffed
Double up my funds
She's a Vixen on the cam so I grab my iPhone
She dumb with the head got me doin' a eye roll
She bad on film, gotta check out the B roll
Put my D in her V got her singin' a C note
Fast, four hundred on the dash
Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don't really like to brag
Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out of Sak's
I'ma hit in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin'
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens
Free bro from the can I ain't talkin' Whippits
Bitch I make beats and bad decisions
(I'm at, I'm at Suecos, bitch)
(KenzDean)
Writer(s): Dean Straub, Jad Antoury, Louis Max, William Henry Schultz
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, KILLPHONIC, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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