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letra de g-code - sheek louch

[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

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