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g-code - sheek louch lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
g*code, my n*gga
f*ck that, beast mode, n*gga
reload, my n*gga, 20 what the heat hold, n*gga
don’t front for me, i already know that he told, n*gga
i get money and stay home, they like [?] n*gga
all that fronting, 6 months, repo, n*gga
[?] n*gga
television, you been looking through the peephole, n*gga
cool out though, i’m rapping like this was the outro
[?] in the trunk, i’ll let anybody play
easy shots, i don’t expect you to dump
don don, n*gga, lyrics is so bicoastal
if i don’t know you, i don’t f*ck with you, i’m antisocial
i used to wrap it up and send it, i’m so so postal
all i need is an address, somewhere you close to
imagine me giving a f*ck
like you pay my bills, [?] half of my truck
suck a d*ck

[chorus: sheek louch]
i’m good, my n*gga
i’m straight, my dude
yeah, i heard your plans, i ain’t tryna be rude
but i’m good, my n*gga
i gotta confess
i don’t really f*ck with you likе that
but i wish you the best
b*tch
[verse 2: tony moxberg]
i don’t know what it is, just something dopе about me
[?] the same ones that spoke about me
i ain’t saying they be broke without me, but um
matter fact, they’d be broke without me
now a days, i’m either [?] or hanging with a barbi
used to be [?] making it rain [?]
[?] sh*t, i hardly partied
if your girl got that, know that i ain’t sorry
i don’t mean to be rude, but i’m not in the mood
got a [?] the car, got a hundred in jewls
i can jump on the plain, just to hop in the pool
it’s all math, but some sh*t, they don’t teach you in school
this the hustler’s table, i can sell you a chair
they was sending me hate, sh*t, i was sending them prayers
they want my face on a shirt, and my name in they [?]
giving shots out, like we bartend [?]

[chorus: sheek louch]
i’m good, my n*gga
i’m straight, my dude
yeah, i heard your plans, i ain’t tryna be rude
but i’m good, my n*gga
i gotta confess
i don’t really f*ck with you like that
but i wish you the best
b*tch
[verse 3: sheek louch]
i’m good, my n*gga
i mean, f*ck what you talk
your songs is hot, but real n*ggas come from new york
i’m good, my n*gga
we don’t rat over here
and he ain’t representing sh*t, but the colorful hair
i’m good, my n*gga
i don’t wanna chill
i wanna ask you how you feel
i don’t get nothing to eat, i’m good
if i can forget i ever met your b*tch ass, i would
i’m good, my n*gga
i don’t want [?] less you talk about growing
i’m already at the age, and i like the way it’s going
i heard you talking sh*t [?]
and you can keep that b*tch
if you f*cked her that fast, she was never my b*tch
i’m good, my n*gga
it’s not a game no more
the older you get, you don’t look at sh*t the same no more
i’m tryna chill, i don’t wanna feel no pain no more
i watch my back when i walk in the door

- sheek louch lyrics

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