|
The Fiend Lyrics - Artist : Sheek Louch
(Ooh, shit...)
(That boy-that's a bad mother) Gangsta shit, nigga (Move out-move out of his way) Dayzel, let 'em out (That's thirty G) [Sheek Louch:] Uh, back on the block, loaded Glock in the bushes (Uh) Couple workin' niggas but mostly be with them pushers Niggas pullin' up askin' where the coke or kush is Flower in her pussy take it out when she douches Different breath on this track Different gunner with me now, he shoot left with the MAC Nothin' shiny when he clap, prefer that shit in black I let the wolves eat the sheep, I just tell 'em where they at (Woof, woof) Couple dollars and some real estate Jealous niggas eat a dick 'cause I'm too real to hate Me and my wife havin' lunch at the Garden State Side bitch blowin' me up but she gon' have to wait Everything I did, you know crime was in it Rollie on my wrist but ain't no diamonds in it Fuck a bust down, I'm too grown for that Lawyer pickin' up the phone, he like, "What now?" Think I give a fuck what they say outside? Nigga, it's a reason that they stay outside I be everywhere but move like I'm tryna hide I be everywhere but move like I'm tryna hide Nigga [Heroin Pop |
Copyright © 2009-2024 |