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sheek louch - self made lyrics

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[verse 1]
no more cooking up, it’s all looking up
me and [?] manifest that sh+t
p+ssy n+gga talking, man, address that sh+t
been too comfortable, they call it trolling, when you see my n+ggas rolling, whoever die, you responsible
we don’t back and forth, take the safety off
i don’t really want my n+ggas going back up north
yeah, like i don’t see you in my reer view
that’s why i don’t be around much as i care to
sware to god
black glock
keep the money, get the money, mile long clock
these n+ggas walk around broke
if you ain’t feed your kids, how the f+ck you gon’ smoke?
rent’s due, but all you do is rap about coke
these b+tches only want a real n+gga
only love [?] jail n+gga

[chorus]
talk bad, get bad, i don’t give a f+ck
outside all day, and you ain’t make a buck
gassed up your lil song, that’s beginner’s luck
if we ain’t talking mkoney, what we here for?
go head and hate, lil brokey
sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey
hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey
million dollar n+gga, i just keep it on the low key
[verse 2]
i’m a self+made n+gga, well paid n+gga
i done had money coming since the 12th grade, n+gga
money ain’t everything, ballmain everything
louis v range rover, wood grain everything
first class everything, i don’t do the coaches
deers and the chipmunks, i don’t do the roaches
house keepers everywhere, [?]
glock 9 waistline, n+gga, don’t aproach us
take me back to when i used to hang
you would think that i used to bang
but i wan’t blood or crip, i was f+ck who you with
and f+ck who you did, n+gga, listen
silverback, my mom raised a real n+gga
f+ck a post, see me, tell me how you feel, n+gga
instagram only gon’ get you k!lled, n+gga
everybody tough, until the blood is spilled, n+gga

[chorus]
talk bad, get bad, i don’t give a f+ck
outside all day, and you ain’t make a buck
gassed up your lil song, that’s beginner’s luck
if we ain’t talking mkoney, what we here for?
go head and hate, lil brokey
sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey
hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey
million dollar n+gga, i just keep it on the low key



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