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sheek louch - intro lyrics

hey yo b.g., p-ss my drink my n-gg-
we gon’ try this one more time
i’m back motherf-ckers, get the mac muh’f-ckers
pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh’f-ckers
i told y’all to “walk witt me,” dropped somethin sick on it
and i ain’t put no one but my motherf-ckin clique on it (d-block)
no r&b, i ain’t have no muh’f-ckin chick on it
these other n-gg-z songs, jail n-gg-z beat they d-ck on it
now i got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less
i don’t give a f-ck, my bullets goin through a couple vests
this ain’t rehearsal; you tv, i’m dvd b-tch
what i’m sayin is ain’t no commercial
i came to stomp sh-t out, drive by or get out
got a lil’ money but, i’m used to bein without
so act like i won’t put your face on the side of chase
then take your b-ss right off your little designer waist
can beat you with the hands, but i’m packin just in case
dice game, n-gg-z sweatin, hopin that i ace
real n-gg-z f-ck with me, thank you if you stuck with me
now the whole hood, screamin out a n-gg- company
d-b, l-o-c-k
still got the turntables right next to the instant replay
first i let you get to know me, now this one here
i’ma let you b-tches get to blow me, talk to ’em slowly
f-ck bein humble, and f-ck the soph-m-re jinx
i been around since the benjamins was in the tunnel
it ain’t changed, i seen n-gg-z turn bryant gumbel
after that, i done wild out and didn’t fumble
i even threw two guns up like i was in the jungle
you will now board, flight number 3-5-4
first cl-ss hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
the music n-gg-z pray to they god for
y’all n-gg-z judge it yourself
but if you soft and don’t do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
whattup? {-gunshot-}

- sheek louch lyrics

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