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angel dust - sheek louch lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
i was good with some weed and liquor and b*tches on the side
never angel dust
i went to school with some n*ggas
all they did was smoke water when they got off the buss
you can smell it down the hall
the f*ck is that smell?
n*gga, that sh*t dust
he got wet and took his clothes off
started dancing in the street off that
n*gga wake up in the cell
can’t remember one thing last night off that angel dust
she getting money, n*ggas jumping in they car
driving mad far for a jar of that angel dust
you can punch him in the face, but i’d rather use the stick
hе don’t feel sh*t off that angel dust
n*gga wildin on the block
he gon’ gеt somebody k!lled, make that n*gga drink some milk
og high, n*gga bairley even speak
jacket smelling like gleek
n*gga looked me in my face, said you gon’ be the sh*t, that’s my lil n*gga sheek

[chorus: sheek louch]
floating in the sky, my music make you feel like you high off that angel dust
every verse is a drug, my n*ggas is the plug
lyrically, it’s that angel dust
floating in the sky, my music make you feel like you high off that angel dust
every verse is a drug, my n*ggas is the plug
lyrically, it’s that angel dust
[verse 2: ghostface k!llah]
waking up in the morning
plotting on a vic just to take a hit of angel dust
[?] turn the paper green
coming back for one 16 with that angel dust
red devil and crazy eddie
purple rain, that’s a few names of that angel dust
i know n*ggas with heavy names, wigged out, sn*tched a few chains off that angel dust
everybody’s in slow motion, stuck with the heart of hulk hogan
plus [?] bamboo rolling in [?]
[?] stolen, coming back from the chop shop
a few g’s holding
brought two bundles of [?]
same night, [?] went to jail for that angel dust
got wetted in front of kay slay crib
[?] to the spot, i copped and i slid
fat dimes in the barber shop
the new [?] harber blocks
[?] the hill, my pj’s had the hardest spots
n*ggas [?] straight uptown, spitting like [?]
same fiends be coming off the boat like [?]

- sheek louch lyrics

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