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sheek louch - run up (feat. styles) lyrics

this beat is to be used, violently – weapons not included

(sheek louch)
double platinum never; still on the grind though
playin my position, watchin behind though
d-block’d out, must i remind yo
benjamins walk with me, two guns y’all can see
money pile, wild out, n-gga who want what
every year it’s somethin new for you to shake your b-tt
get on yo’ strut, you feelin me soldier?
ten hun (ten hut) ten years strong, the record is long
coulda been a lil’ richer if i rocked a thong
anyway; the coupe is gray
sheek startin to get hot in the hood like the month of may
my dog tags tangle, white tee on
paul wall bottoms, big jacob bangle
one dutch of evil and piney
matter fact, gimme some ‘gnac and i’ma chase that with a heine’
and make sure you pour some for my thugs behind me (yeah)

(chorus 2x: styles)
hustle ’til the sun up (run up)
keep comin ’til you come up (run up)
e’rybody keep your gun up (run up, run up, run up, run up, run up)

(styles)
run up you gon’ die like the reaper called
dawg this is styles, i ain’t nas but i “ether” y’all
you should hide when you see that ride creep along
cause it’s on when the doors open – shut his lights out
he got his mans, but i’m f-ckin get ’em all coffins
lil’ n-ggas is now mine they swallow the barrel find it
bet that’ll open ’em up (i bet)
and they all act tough, ’til you pokin ’em up
n-gga – run up like you came for a marathon
body’s in the suitcase, head’s in the carry-on (ha ha)
you food to a real n-gga, rude with the steel n-gga
give a f-ck; you shoulda chilled n-gga (you shoulda chilled)
all i know is puttin in work
get the new m-5, n-gga put in the work
crack a vanilla dutch, n-gga put in the earth
run up i keep the gun up, get put in the earth – what?

(chorus)
(sheek louch)
m-6 revvin, all black on the cell phone
and all that like i’m talkin to devon (knight rider)
shorty wanna hang out of the car (uh-huh)
yellin out money ain’t a thang, holdin up a mayonnaise jar
of that stick-ickalous, ridiculous
comin down harlem, foggin up the whole st. nickalous (yeah)
red monkies on them pretty things
wipin off ash, showin scado my diddy things
pay attention (yeah) gon’ miss if i squench in
just us bein there is causin tension
no beef, no wreath nece’, it get real messy
pull a rifle on you boys like uncle jesse
i’m sheek baby girl, one third of the lox
put you in the mink and out of the fox
added a honda into the box
earring holes is stretched from the size of the rocks
let’s go

(chorus)

- sheek louch lyrics

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