| Nigga what what what
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| (Sheek)
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| Twin yall niggas ready
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| (J-Hood)
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| (Sheek)
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| She here to put the clack clack in this
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| Crack pack in this
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| Dick in this like I had a six pack of Genus
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| Niggas know that the flow be wicked
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| Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it
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| Can’t walk with out lil momma trying to flick it
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| So be it take let your boyfriend see it
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| US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet
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| Jake did it gon take em up to I D it
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| Chain hanging out but I ain’t talking about jewelry
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| Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery
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| Put a hole in a big ass social security
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| Been this way be for I even reached maturity
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| Nigga they all book me quicker
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| Cuz I’m worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker
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| Alive but you can still pull out liquor
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| Gotta dead serious flow I’m about to blow
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| Yeah
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| (Chorus: repeat 2X)
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| D-Block (where my niggas at)
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| D-Block (where my bitches at)
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| D-Block (where them gangstas at)
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| D-Block (where the shankstas at)
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| (J-Hood)
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| J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle
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| Who the fuck want to beef
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| Louch pass me the pistol
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| I’m about to let him ring like a phone
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| He used to have a good head on his shoulders
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| But now the shit gone
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| D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks
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| It’s for them niggas Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks
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| Like pimples motherfucker I’m all in your face
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| You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced
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| What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types
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| Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes
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| You know those new 7−60's yeah I got 2
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| One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue
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| When I’m riding on the track like a surf board
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| I’m on the block pitching what the fuck you think I got the word for
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| Walk with me motherfucker we taking over the streets
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| Let em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they street
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| (Sheek)
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| Sheek a fucking crook
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| Stake your house out know what your momma cook
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| Fuck her with a broom
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| Fuck the movie when I’m there its a panic room
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| Niggas start to stutter, please don’t cut my mother
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| I’m too fucking gutter clip on top of each other
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| 2 twelve gages take you threw the stages
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| Bullets running low but yours been there for ages
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| Cob web niggas iced out slob like I’m on a fucking bob sled niggas
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| I’ll talk to yall niggas I ain’t trying to shout
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| Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out
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| You’ll get pretzeled up twist in half
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| Long shit with the black spots like a giraffe
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| Clear my path when the guy walking
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| How you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my coffin
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| Besides D-Block I don’t see that often |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life On D-Block, artist - Sheek Louch. Album song Life on D-Block / Hard as Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп