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sucka free - sheek louch lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
i got a hand on that shiney thing, bail money already
flying through the streets, call me don don andredi
paper weight, blow him to little pieces, confeti
stringy sh*t, lil bits of meat left, spaghetti
it’s all about that paper, you worried ’bout a hood rat
i f*ck them in they mouth, ’cause that’s the only thing they good at
n*ggas shooting on the block, you ain’t even shoot back
he said i’ll fight you one on one, you ain’t even do that
i’m hearing that the club is lit, f*ck it, bring a case of it
roley on my left hand, cartier bracelet
it ain’t all about money, wait til you get a taste of it
hundred bottles on the table, i ain’t even taste the sh*t
millionaire dreams, murcielago
new york, [?] real n*ggas from chicago
sandy tims with the sock over the boot
even my bike club n*ggas, they gon’ shoot

[chorus: sheek louch]
right now
get money
right now
pop back
right now
hold it down
right now
i don’t like you, and you don’t like me
i ain’t on a diat, but i’ma stay sucka free
sucka free
i don’t like you, and you don’t like me
sucka free
sucka, sucka, sucka free
i ain’t on a diat, but i’ma stay sucka free
[verse 2: jadakiss]
i just spoonfeed them, so they can’t get enough of me
i don’t oversaturate, ’cause they can’t f*ck with me
luckily, i was able to remain sucka free
and show this cruil world where they judge you by your company
i’ma sell dope til the motherf*ckers come for me
sleep good every night, and i live comfortably
built from the ground up, yeah, n*gga, and i own it
sucka sh*t you used to doing, round here, don’t condone it
hard plastic, chrome it
face shot, dome it
right after he died, need silance for a moment
stuck with my n*ggas, and my n*ggas stuck with me
and we ain’t on a diat, but we stay sucka free

- sheek louch lyrics

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