Lyrics Dead Sukka - Curly Chuck

I get lit like a wick
Like a Bic
Like a stick
Put a grip on your wig sukka
Take a trip
Make a flip
Take your bitch
Make her rich
Now you all up in your head sukka
Don't end up dead sukka
I get lit like a wick
Like a Bic
Like a stick
Put a grip on your wig sukka
Take a trip
Make a flip
Take your bitch
Make her rich
Now you all up in your head sukka
Don't end up dead sukka

Niggas say they want beef
Well I'm posted at the deli
Old Mac 11
Bring it back like Makaveli
Met her at the telly
And I put it in her belly
Had to take it out
And put it back
Because she wasn't ready
I'm a smooth criminal
Yes I'm quiet
But I'm deadly
And I'm all about my fetty
And my cheese like spaghetti
My eyes feeling heavy
Her thighs look like jelly
We get live in my section
We gon' vibe in my section and get lit

I get lit like a wick
Like a Bic
Like a stick
Put a grip on your wig sukka
Take a trip
Make a flip
Take your bitch
Make her rich
Now you all up in your head sukka
Don't end up dead sukka
I get lit like a wick
Like a Bic
Like a stick
Put a grip on your wig sukka
Take a trip
Make a flip
Take your bitch
Make her rich
Now you all up in your head sukka
Don't end up dead sukka

Ohhhh them boomies coming in
Tell me what you want to spend
I can get a hundred in
Ohhh let's buy another Benz
I just put it on her chin
She said thank you come again
I just put a pound right into the air
No I can't feel my heart there's nothing there
I know you know

I get lit like a wick
Like a Bic
Like a stick
Put a grip on your wig sukka
Take a trip
Make a flip
Take your bitch
Make her rich
Now you all up in your head sukka
Don't end up dead sukka
I get lit like a wick
Like a Bic
Like a stick
Put a grip on your wig sukka
Take a trip
Make a flip
Take your bitch
Make her rich
Now you all up in your head sukka
Don't end up dead sukka