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sheek louch - crazzy lyrics

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i’ma make the hits, y’all book the shows

aiyyo, bling bling, what’s that? sheek louch is back
ride, ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit ’em at?
d block, we got ’em going crazzy, crazzy

aiyyo, who’s that looking through my window
blow, y’all motherf-ckers know my style
any n-gg- looking and i’m daffy ducking his -ss
beat upside down, straight bucking his -ss

louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his -ss
old man style, bust a bottle, cut ’em wit gl-ss
ywah, it can be who? sheek, the mc
spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc

i eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
that’s why my vocabulary sick
use big words like, suck-my-d-ck
you don’t wanna play louch without entering cheats

i’m like eddie kane n-gg- from the five heart beats
c-ke thicker than ya motherf-cking cream of wheats
paper too small nowadays, i write on sheets
and i done made so many hits, i’m about to cop cleats

aiyyo, bling bling, what’s that? sheek louch is back
ride, ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit ’em at?
d block, we got ’em going crazzy, crazzy

without baking soda, still keep the arm and hammer
d block flag waving on the rangest tanner
in our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana
spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana

listen, if you wit us no time for bailing
sheek louch, d-block, stop rose like jalen
no bull, nickel plate catch me pailing
scoop big n-gg-z, put ’em through half the sailing

yeah, i don’t care if i sell or not
the boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
f-ck mainstream, keep me wit gangsta love
street sh-t, sheek sh-t, bring life to tug

ha ha, i’m like new but i been here though
just low, i ain’t drop and y’all wanting a show
book it, let the hood in and let me rock
bring the hardest n-gg-z from ya block, what up

aiyyo, bling bling, what’s that? sheek louch is back
ride, ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit ’em at?
d block, we got ’em going crazzy, crazzy

i got [unverified] signs, f-ck dog, beware the owner
step out, shopping boxes, lemon corona
scratching my -ss, hoping that the kids tresp-ss
one of ’em vietnam n-gg-z, my st-tch wit hair triggers

i’m hot like, ’bout to start breaking you up
i feel the earth’s a little baller, n-gg-z shaking me up
i’m ’bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
i get c-ke before, i ever be outside wit a cup

and yo what, that’s right, the god sick wit it
maybe before but right now the kid louch forget it
i’m the best out right now, spread the news
i could write a book, louch the new langston hughes

yellow playboy n-gg-, stin pepe lepues
i don’t just clap, sheek’ll make the 4 go off
espionage and all that, like [unverified]
hit the block and make the o’s go off, ow

- sheek louch lyrics

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