| Aced out yached out not givin a fruck
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| West side highway doin over a buck
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| Broad day its like Curtis May shotgun wit me
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| White airs, blue jeans this the top of dickie
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| I ain’t picky, some sticky in the bitch to roll it
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| Phat ass Lui or Gucci or work to hold it
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| 50 thousand big heads kind of hard to fold it
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| And I don’t need needle or threat to say I sold it
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| Big money, big guns and all that stuff
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| Black brief case, one wrist handcuff
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| You get you man snuffed
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| Fuck 'em like G-O-D
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| Got that white boy sellin like pOD
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| And I ain’t tryin to sun ya’ll
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| Or some tough guy shit I just ain’t scared to none ya’ll
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| Run ya’ll
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| Ten years strong, you one year weak
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| Ya’ll ain’t fuckin wit Sheek
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| Bark at the frawg
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| Yo Sheek
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| Wuttup nigga
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| Show these mothafuckers yea the retail price
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| That cost to get they face blowned off
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| 200 bean if that
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| Cuz is no lost 'em
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| Niggaz don’t give a fuck if you come up short, naw
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| You fuckin wit gangsta
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| Architecture niggaz that pain all loosely
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| Twist you back like we just twist the top of coolie, at the Oscars
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| Jane all doogie
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| Stick up kids is the name of our movie, nigga
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| Yo I get married in crutch Velvet
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| Diamond chip shit that’ll squash elders
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| You know the steez when I come through steamin my stones
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| Through on eight floor studed it out cleanin my chrome
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| I disinfect niggaz, wash 'em, rinse 'em and hang dry 'em
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| Bang iron, to all top is pro-long cuz it takes science
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| No larceny, murder experts in the feds, yo they on to me
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| Like I murdered Vonny, me and Sheek Louch
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| we can regroup, we can recoupe
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| We eat leak soup, speed race across country in the mean coupe
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| We got whips and big chains at the day back routes
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| Enron money, they say we goin down on tax invasion
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| Tellin cops if they try to cuff us the max is sprayin
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| Finally the head in they hats where they badge is layin
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| On the floor right along where their colleague is prayin
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| Nigga, this is Theodore and D-Block
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| Fuck 'round and get your meat chopped
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| Ease back, whats that all about, huh?
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| I dare ya’ll niggaz tryin to play Sheek Louch out
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| Like I don’t find talent like a Yankees Scout
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| Like I ain’t still got it when papi on the drought
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| The hood got swear tryin to be circle
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| I don’t give a fuck I’ll leave a bunch dead Urkels
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| I don’t pillow talk, I’ll tell a hoe what she need to know
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| I don’t care if she thicker than pizza dough, I’m out standin
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| I ain’t even landin in the same place I use to when I come down high
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| I wake up wit two bitches in between my thigh
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| And I ain’t hollywood or rich, bitch I ain’t Mcky
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| I just mad at tellin a good ass lie
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| Yo, nuttin 'bout me soft, I don’t care if you got cake
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| whateva, go’head go on brush you shoulders off
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| I be in the hood, Sheek Louch good |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Movie Niggas , by - Sheek Louch. Song from the album After Taxes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп