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d-block – what up bitch? lyrics

“what’s goin onnnn?” “it’s hot today man!”

[sheek louch]
woo! aiyyo hood let’s talk to these b-tches (be-otch!)
aiyyo – don’t f-ck the night up n-gga, light up n-gga
kinda tired but my d-ck gettin right up n-gga
aiyyo shorty whattup ma, you f-ckin or what?
whattup with your crew, they look good – they suckin or what?
b-tch c’mere (c’mere ma) i ain’t tryin to be startin
but i’m tryin to bust off ’til your mouth look like kindergarten
-ss up, lips hangin, p-ssy fartin
uhh, sheek nastier than caca
i’m tryin to put my meat up into mami like {?} to popeye
(how you say that sh-t?) sheek be feelin t-tties like a plastic doctor
(woo!) i done f-cked a couple at times
i done bust all in the face of a perfect dime
i even fell asleep twisted off cuervo and lime
woke up, and i was on the child like shyne
pancakes, all that, i ain’t got love for these b-tches
i swear it be rare if i call back
wake up with ’em, i put d-ck in ’em
send ’em for some ice and let the doorkn-b hit ’em (get out b-tch)
some ‘gnac and a dutch, and i swear i forget ’em
i don’t p-ss the haze, i don’t know who you sucked
and i don’t eat p-ssy, i don’t know who you f-cked
(aiyyo that’s that b-tch right there?)
(yo that’s her right there yo)

[hook: sheek louch]
aiyyo yo yo, that’s that lil’ b-tch i was lookin for
i ain’t know she live right here on the 5th floor
tell her come over here, i’mma pull over there
(what up b-tch, what up b-tch)
aiyyo, that’s that lil’ b-tch i was lookin for
i ain’t know she live right here on the 5th floor
tell her come over here, i’mma pull over there
(what up b-tch, what up b-tch)

[j-hood]
aiyyo, p-ss the dutch and p-ss a n-gga some tequila
and i’mma hit that b-tch with the strokes of death
i ain’t gotta g her (hold that)
c-m better than i spit, i do it cause that’s what i’m good at
when i’m beatin it up, they always ask me where the hood at
got my pimp game strong, and my d-ck kane long
i ain’t even gon’ lie, ain’t no need for that thong
i’m a back shot specialist, believe me i’m nice
but the only thing hood gon’ eat is a slice
i’m tryin to give a b-tch the pipe, on top of a carrera
to be honest with you louch, i’m tryin to see ciara
where the freaks at, i heard they come out at night
but i done scooped plenty broads in the morning and got right
i’m just tellin you what i’m capable of
boo why don’t you deep throat my man meat while i break up this dub
i break backs, break gats, k!ll tracks and get scrilla
so if you want good d-ck b-tch holla at a n-gga

(what up b-tch, what up b-tch) {-8x-}
be-otch!

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