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von Sheek Louch

Ayo, Poobs, let′s go, nigga


Ayo, I said I'm sicker than your average
One up in your cabbage, leave you there
Only brought the revolver here, no shells
Throw the jacks away, ain′t talking on sales
Get low, get a ho, tell her where to go
Fuck her 'til her pussy sore, make her watch the door
I said I'm sicker than your average
Pump in the baby carriage, no fear
Nine in the Build-A-Bear, listen here, homie
I said I′m sicker than your average
If I don′t know homie, I'ma fuck up his marriage
Get head from her, get a little bread from her
Put cum stains in his Hummer, listen, dog
I said I′m sicker than your average
You ain't know Sheek was a motherfucking savage?
That′s why I don't mingle, ′cause when I get a tingle
I turn into a wolf, ski mask time
Everything that I see around your neck, that's mine
I'll leave a nigga white tee red on up
I only shoot from the head on up, nothing else, dog
I said I′m sicker than your average, Sheek Louch

Yo, Louch, come on, now
Stop playing with these niggas
Say no more


Fuck it, shank him open, clap, let′s get to loc'ing
Leave the burner smoking, running, trying to tuck it in
All black niggas, trying to figure what the fuck I′m in
The haze farmer, the leather bomber, the long shank
I throw gasoline on bitches like Daddy Yank
Suck my dick if you ain't my clique
I shouldn′t cum out your mouth if you ain't no chick
Bitch, I′m too itchy, I need foot powder for my hands
I make clam chowder quick out one of your mans
In the hood, we don't care about you
You ain't nothing to my niggas, we don′t hear about you
You hear "What up, what up?" Yeah, that′s my niggas coming through
You hear shots fired, probably D-Block niggas, too
The egg crate sitting on top of the tre-eight
Everything cool, but you can tell it I can't wait
To jump into his chest, or jump into his vest
Either one, I don′t know why he wanna jump into this mess
Yes, let it go down, once and for all
I just hope y'all niggas ready to brawl, let′s go