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gorilla season - sheek louch lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
take that f*ck sh*t down to the block, before you get shot
b*tches is stupid [?] bragging what her man got
get you tied up and bbed for your fake chain
where should i sleep? new york, atlanta or [?]?
i’m the property god, my monopoly hard
6 million in [?], 50 thousand in [?]
with no jewelry, i look like i’m doing the most
your lil money couldn’t help me with my taxes
what your watch cost, i spent that on a mattress
i got s*x stories about your favorite actress
this the return of durag louch
shows is packed, looking like the blue man group
but overhere, eastsiding, like warren and snoop
don’t give a f*ck about your bid, and all the time you did
and all that jail sh*t, you bairley talk about your kids
this conversation ain’t for little [?]
we work out, we smoke weed and we alcoholics
f*ck you

[chorus: styles p]
that sh*t you on don’t matter to me
gorilla season, all my n*ggas go bananas for me
the cameras on, be mindful of what you handing to me
you ain’t family, why you even standing with me?
heard my lil n*gga say i got the cannon with me
he gon’ feel like a loc, if i hand him the key
i am me, give a f*ck who you planning to be
gorilla season, all my n*ggas go bananas for me
what up?
[verse 2: nino man]
take that f*ck sh*t down the block, before you get boomed
got a street sweeper, the size of a big broom
i wasn’t watching nictoons, i made nicks move
ditch fools, ’cause they be clowns without the big shoes
don’t compare me to rappers that struggling
not tryna front on them, but i’m neither one of them
begging for a feature, i don’t want songs with none of them
the b*tches make fun of them, and n*ggas be sonning them
i’m in a 2 seater, dead with a few eaters
2 divas, [?] put them down like a [?]
new bimmer, we balling for real, you a hoop dreamer
new breeder, i really had coke in the 2 lieder
say you got the trap, you got a name in the streets
cool, but why you selling rap, and your name on the leese?
n*gga, that’s home, clown, stop playing with me
i’m that nino man, some say i’m a beast

[chorus: styles p]
that sh*t you on don’t matter to me
gorilla season, all my n*ggas go bananas for me
the cameras on, be mindful of what you handing to me
you ain’t family, why you even standing with me?
heard my lil n*gga say i got the cannon with me
he gon’ feel like a loc, if i hand him the key
i am me, give a f*ck who you planning to be
gorilla season, all my n*ggas go bananas for me
what up?
[verse 3: tony moxberg]
i’m a gold digger’s dream, hater’s worst nightmare
dope in my past life, i done hustled twice here
maried to this b*tch, they [?] bullets, not rice here
we don’t catch feelings, baby girl, we catch flights here
check my passport, got a bunch of stamps on it
flloyd mayweather dope, bags say champ on it
look
i just made another 40
he f*cked up the work, so i went and f*cked his shorty
trap spot jumping, got 2 lookouts
and got enough plates for the next 2 cookouts
known for cheap sh*t, cheaper than your blunt
hoes hoping i’ma save them, so they all show me love
3 bank accounts, ’bout to open me another one
every hundred k i put away, i buy another gun
broke gossepers, another story from another bumm
10 k vacay, b*tch, so i can get some sun

- sheek louch lyrics

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