Something About Susan Lyrics - Mannibalector - Brotha Lynch Hung

I told you, hated the way you always used to leave me 

I saw you at the club with that motherfucker Ci-Ci 

I pulled up, you was in the front of the club 

I saw another nigga huggin you you know I was trippin 

I had to dip in, order me a dirty martini and best believe me 

I really didn't want a bitch to see me 

So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and 

I have to keep the knife right behind me till ya by me 

I was in the bathroom shakin the dick off when he came in 

I wanted to pull out the N9ne milli and bash his brains in 

Grr, you know how Brotha Lynch will do it 

Walk up on a nigga with 2 blades and give a nigga 2 slits 

Na, my main goal was the same ho 

She used to let me put the Ruger up in the anal 

I taught her all that shit now the next nigga benefactin 

Irv take me to the hook I need an intermission 

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I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights 

There's no more livin if I ever let her out of my life 

Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right 

You are my heart, I give you my all 

Somethin bout Susan she keep my bed warm 

I go to sleep with her then I wake up in the morn 

Then she right by me side then we hop in the ride 

With a bottle in my hand, thats how we drink and drive 

85 on a 35, straight pushin 

Theres somethin bout Susan keep haters just lookin 

When the sun goes down, we dress up in all black 

Matchin outfits, she been down since way back 

Back when I used to cook crack at the house 

And even though she set ya boy in a cell a couple times thats my spouse 

And I love her but I hate her, when she spit at other niggas 

Put me in situations where she get at other niggas 

Now she got the police askin questions lookin for her 

Im bout to wrap her up and leave he on the river floor 

Im bout drill this chick(?) and so much water like a moor 

This my love train all aboard, till death do us 

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3 in the morning I can't sleep I'm having bad dreams 

I keep seeing bad shit, this was a bad week 

I had bad month, shit... I had a bad year 

I had a bad life even before she came here 

I used to tell them I was married to the music 

And I never should've changed that 

I Gotta get my strange back! 

I used to write every morning and smoke hella weed 

I used to be on the road, used to make hella cheese 

And now I'm struggling broke 

And you could tell I'm heated 

Bringing bullshit in my life 

And I don't really need it 

I think I'm smoking too much 

It's like suicide 

I won't eat, won't shower 

Between you and I 

My trust is all fucked up 

I'm ready to give the fuck up! 

I'm ready to murder everything! 

My life is all sucked up! 

I'm tired of all this shit! 

And now the next nigga benefitted 

Irv, take me to the hook 

I need an intermission...