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letra de escape from alcatraz - sheek louch

[intro: sheek louch]
they don’t belong here
we might as well let them out they cages (d-block)
this whole f-ckin’ place is about to blow up, right?
let them mother f-ckin’ monkeys out

[chorus: sheek louch]
(yeah) all we do is grind (grind my n-gga, just grind)
all we do is grind (grind my n-gga, just grind)
grind my n-gga (just grind)

[verse 1: sheek louch]
i got it, yo
hey yo, i heard you n-ggas got robbed (word?), i took it
got a lot of money in the bank (yeah), i don’t look it
used to mix that sh-t with bakin’ soda, he cook it
had it lookin’ like vanilla brownies (d-block!), then we chop it
i was travelin’ through different counties, had to stop it when a n-gga got a record deal
couldn’t do it, notoriety was gettin’ real
i said screw it, now i’m gamblin’ with fifty thousand (haha!)
i done blew it, put my d-ck up in your b-tch mouth, let her chew it
ijust tell ’em who i want dead, he can do it
i don’t give a f-ck who you know (who you know) or who you cool with
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas who i know (nah) and went to school with

[chorus: sheek louch & styles p]
i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind (yeah!)
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind (just grind!)
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind (yeah!)
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind (on it!)
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind

[verse 2: styles p]
catch me with a silverback gorilla and a forty-five
n-ggas feel mortified f-ckin’ with the gods
ghost is short, n-gga, but i hold the fort, n-gga
and i always been the wolf, who big dog in the yard?
i give your daughter a bag of water, a bump of cocaine
don’t you ever try f-ckin’ with the mob
i told donnie to bring the tommy, i bust a hunnid shots
’cause i always been sharp, not a slob
pour another drink, burn another j
you don’t wanna see a dead man turn the other way
’cause we be on our sh-t and they be on our d-cks
dead is for your b-tch ’cause my n-ggas livin’ rich
d-block!

[chorus: sheek louch]
i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind (let them mother f-ckin’ monkeys out)
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind
and i just grind my n-gga, just grind

- sheek louch

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