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sheek louch - the fiend كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sheek louch]
ooh, sh-t (sh-t, sh-t, sh-t)
that boy-that’s a bad mother
gangsta sh-t, n-gg-
move out-move out of his way
dayzel, let ’em out
that’s thirty g

[verse 1: sheek louch]
uh, back on the block, loaded glock in the bushes (uh)
couple workin’ n-gg-s but mostly be with them pushers
n-gg-s pullin’ up askin’ where the c-ke or kush is
flower in her p-ssy take it out when she douches
different breath on this track
different gunner with me now, he shoot left with the mac
nothin’ shiny when he clap, prefer that sh-t in black
i let the wolves eat the sheep, i just tell ’em where they at (woof, woof)
couple dollars and some real estate
jealous n-gg-s eat a d-ck ’cause i’m too real to hate
me and my wife havin’ lunch at the garden state
side b-tch blowin’ me up but she gon’ have to wait
everything i did, you know crime was in it
rollie on my wrist but ain’t no diamonds in it
f-ck a bust down, i’m too grown for that
lawyer pickin’ up the phone, he like, “what now?”
think i give a f-ck what they say outside?
n-gg-, it’s a reason that they stay outside
i be everywhere but move like i’m tryna hide
i be everywhere but move like i’m tryna hide
n-gg-

[break: heroin pop & sheek louch]
this motherf-cker, oh
sh-t, can i borrow a dollar?
come on, baby
my veins hurt, baby, i need more of that sh-t
i’m goin’ back in, n-gg-
shyeah

[verse 2: sheek louch]
they say the early bird, he get the worm
n-gg-s f-ckin’ raw until they get the germ
cipher ’til you realize you smokin’ sherm
lessons that these lil’ n-gg-s have to learn
before the bookie, we was throwin’ dice
broke, we missed christmas over kwanzaa twice
got some money then we back to santa
got some work and i’m back in atlanta
i chop it up if i knew you a while
besides that, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what numbers to dial
i shake hands when we meet, don’t expect me to smile
i get the bag and go home, i’m protectin’ a child
i don’t care where you from
i put the sticks on these n-gg-s like questlove’s drum
get in the h-llcat and floor it ’til the m-ffler hum
used to hang out a lot but now that sh-t sound dumb (ah)
misery love company, still
we all eatin’, couple thousand? just p-ss me the bill
club promoter’s gettin’ nervous, he asked me to chill
i told him stay outside with it, my n-gg-s is real
done

[outro: heroin pop]
any one of these n-gg-s move, i got you, louch
you go on ahead and enjoy yourself
you want me to wash your car while you in there?
yeah, i’ll wash it
i know it’s rainin’, n-gg-, i don’t give a f-ck
i got you
yeah, so, i told this n-gg- look, man, this both our b-tches
it ain’t just yours
wait, hold on, my client is here
hey, sheek, what’s up, n-gg-?
yeah, your car is ready to go, n-gg-
how was the club?
yeah, come on, you gon’ hold me down or what, baby?
where all your b-tches at?
you tryna tell me not one b-tch is on your d-ck tonight?
oh man, it’s okay, sometimes you gotta go home and rub one out
yeah, it’s okay to be alone

- sheek louch

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