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Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammy Dunn
Sammy Dunn
Composer

Lyrics

{M-M-Mario?}
Aiyyo Poobs hit me **** (hit me ****)
Okay! (Aiyyo where my beer at son?)
Fuck it son, let's go in
Ayyo clickety clank, that Piggy Bank shit is garbage (garbage)
I thought it'd be harder than that (ha ha)
I thought G-Unit **** work harder than that (for real)
I mean most of the shit, that I'm hearin' is wack (wack)
Young Buck, I ain't gon' lie, I like the dude
But it's war and any day I'll eat your food
Lloyd Banks took Fab whole style (damn)
Like you ain't know
All you missin' is his chip tooth smile
And homey I ain't never gon' respond to you
I don't care what you say or what the fuck you do
You don't deserve no raps (nah)
Take your old ass home and take a nap, you garbage **** (fuck outta here)
Ha ha, y'all not scary, thought the hardest come from Yonkers
I know you wasn't talkin' 'bout Mary (woo)
You diesel fags, stay in the car
And go G-G-G-G, all day in your sports bra
I'm in the hood dick
'Member the place you used to come to, when your shit went brick (the hood ****!)
Before Eminem ever heard the shit you kick
When you could walk around without none of your clique (yeah)
I don't care about your money dawg, no hatin' either
We could do this all day and I don't need a breather (whadd up)
I want you to shut us down, how that sound?
Our name too strong you clown (D-Block!)
Guaranteed it's the can of worms (ha ha)
You might wan' put the top back on, 'fore your ass get germs
Back then **** wanted us to air y'all out
I said nah I kinda like what them **** about (them **** garbage son)
Before I knew about the rattin'
Before you locked up half of Manhattan, Irv and his boys (damn)
Before you ran around in them bulletproof toys
I thought you was a Problem Child (I'ma problem child)
I see **** turn bitch when the shit get wild, ha ha
Yo ten mill' ****, or twenty mill' sold (don't matter)
You 'bout to lose the **** that's gold (The Lox)
I explode on homey
I like bein' out but I unload on homey, let's keep this peace dawg
'Cause you and me both got them big ol' heats dawg
Ha ha ha ha
That's how you rap right?
Fuck outta here ****
Your shit garbage B
You don't sound Southern motherfucker
That fake-ass laugh and shit
You do that laugh so **** don't see you cryin', ****
D-Block, bitch
You fucked up now, you know you done fucked up now, ha ha
Sheek Louch, what'chu gon' say, bitch?!
Woo!
It's nuttin'
Ayo Game
Whadd up my ****?
You know what it is already
Henchmen whadd up daddy?
Yea
Whatever, whatever, ****, we right here, man
Heh
Let's go
Written by: Sammy Dunn
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