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sheek louch - stand for summtin lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
how you know that sh-t?
where you grow that sh-t?
whole verse didn’t rhyme, how you flow that sh-t?
f-ck a gun, put it down, toe-to-toe that sh-t
never f-ck with the gorilla, make a note of it
i’m a yonkers n-gga, yeah, you know my team
i ain’t just a lil’ rapper, n-gga, mainstream
hit records and money, that’s the main thing
tryna’ chill but my n-ggas let it bang-bang
got bars like i just got outta sing sing
all d’s are red f-ck one of your … (?) thangs
i grew up in this, i blew up in this
range rover as a kid, i threw up in this
all kind of bud, thickest strain
run everything in new york, n-gga, pick a train
sold dope to these fiends, n-gga, pick a vein
‘lotta copy-cat rappers, all i see is wayne

[hook: moxberg]
came from bein’ broke but i’m rich now
i can f-ck another n-gga b-tch now
and it kinda smell like i’m the sh-t now
stand up dyin’ never sit down
hundred flyin’ in every week now
on the grind, i don’t really get to sleep now
paranoia got me ridin’ with my piece now
stand up dyin’ never sit down

[verse 2: sheek louch]
yo, donnie colorblind, all i see is green
f-ck them other n-ggas, i just rep my team
i just want that bag, more dope sh-t
stay away from suckers, no hoe sh-t
okay, okay, okay, okay
if i don’t do another show, my kids’ll be okay
my cases gettin’ beat, my lawyers can free oj
big chromy on my hip, these n-ggas know i don’t play
different louies on my feet now
twenty years still hot with the heat now
still chumps step up to get beat down
turn the radio, nothin’ i hear is street now
yeah, you too soft for what you askin’ for
i come through and write b-tch on your casket door
yeah, i got cake but i grind for more
yeah, you ain’t gon’ shoot her, what you packin’ for?

- sheek louch lyrics

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