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sheek louch - body blows lyrics

[sheek louch]
aiyyo supa! (d-block)
geah (i’m tryin, i’m tryin to keep it cool n-gga)
geah (i’m tryin to keep it cool n-gga)
geah (cause i’m cool)
sheek louch n-gga (no i’m so fly n-gga)
aiyyo supa! (d-block d-ckheads)
(put your muh’f-ckin guns up)

you out your muh’f-ckin mind i see
thinkin you can f-ck around with my team aki, i’m a threat
i ain’t heard nuttin hot out your mouth you said yet
i ain’t got a lot of money but how much you wan’ bet?
i’ll crush and destroy you, and whoever you get
girl or boy, sing to me n-ggas
plus you sound sweet, y’all wing to me n-ggas
sales ain’t all that, but f-ck it whose are?
i’m still in the hood, not a bulletproof car
and even if i go diamond, from rhymin
i’ll still be in the hood, puttin my time in
dutch out blowin smoke on filthy b-tches
head crack, bet it back, take a few pictures
i watch no tci, no police see i
we pop in and vanish, d-mn
how you say “rattin” in spanish? n-ggas is crazy
get a lil’ money, and n-ggas start to get lazy
the difference is i don’t give a f-ck
let your sh-t buck, n-gga i’ma keep my sh-t tucked
steel with the weights, steel on the bar
sh-t nowadays i feel i can lift a lil’ car
you know who you are, but i’m tryin be cool
you ain’t gon’ use us for sales, man we ain’t no fools
we don’t bite that easy but we write that easy
n-ggas live in the muh’f-ckin lab whattup?
every 24 bars, i’ma double that sh-t
until russell or somebody asks me to quit
i told jada hold up son, don’t jump the gun
let’s hear him out then f-ck it, it’s on
sh-t, come to find out, what the beef about
this h0m- sh-t, these n-ggas is corn
f-ck outta here man, hehehe yeah

we sparrin and sh-t right now man
yeah and i’m bein polite dawg, y’knahmean?
aiyyo dawg, i know you sold 30 million records and sh-t
y’knahmean, and what else you gonna say?
i know you got, a hundred million dollars dawg
we don’t give a f-ck about that sh-t n-gga, you crazy?
you better keep that, take that sh-t somewhere else
don’t talk that maybach sh-t, whatever sh-t here with us dawg
i’ma tellin you now man
and don’t come harmonizin and sh-t daddy
somebody in your muh’f-ckin camp better tell you to spit n-gga
woo! d-block b-tch (sheek louch)
(year of the wolf) let’s go

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