| Imma make the hits
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| Yall book the shows
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| Aiyyo
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| Bling bling, whats that? |
| Sheek Louch is back
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| Ride ride, you got my back? |
| where the heaters at?
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| 12 gauge, tech nines, yo! |
| where the hit em at?
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| D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy
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| Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window
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| Blaaaow, y’all muh’fuckas know my style
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| Any nigga looking and I’m daffy ducking his ass
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| Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass
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| Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass
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| Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass
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| Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? |
| Sheek the mc
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| Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc
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| I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
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| Thats why my vocabulary sick
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| Use big words like, suck-my-dick
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| You dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats
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| I’m like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart Beats
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| Coke thicker than ya muh’fucking cream of wheats
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| Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets
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| And I done made so many hits, I’m about to cop cleats
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| Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer
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| D block flag waving on the rangest tanner
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| In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana
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| Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana
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| Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing
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| Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalen
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| No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing
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| Scoop big niggas, put 'em through half the sailing
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| Yeah! |
| I dont care if I sell or not
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| The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
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| Fuck mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love
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| Street shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tug
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| Ha ha, I’m like new, but I been here tho
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| Just low, I ain’t drop and y’all wanting a show
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| Book it, let the hood in and let me rock
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| Bring the hardest niggas from ya block, what up!
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| I got? |
| signs, fuck dog, beware the owner
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| Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna
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| Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspass
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| One of 'em vietnam niggas, my stitch wit hair triggers
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| I’m hot like, bout to start breaking you up
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| I feel the earths a little baller niggas shaking me up
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| I’m bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
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| I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup
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| And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it
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| May be before, but right now the kid Louch forget it
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| I’m the best out right now, spread the news
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| I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes
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| Yellow Play Boy nigga, stin Pepe Lepues
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| I dont just clap, Sheek’ll make the 4 go off
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| Espionage and all that, like ???
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| Hit the block and make the o’s go off, oow! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazzy , by - Sheek Louch. Song from the album Walk Witt Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп