Sheek Louch - Mr. Rogers lyrics

rate me

Sheek, Sheek Louch

there it goes

I know you oversees get your money on loud

but I got this son

is the rock, bring that

Tending the game I'm so out your lane

I save cash money like I'm trump be wane

hand on my glock murder on my brain

all face is numb like I just sniff can't

extra clip on em pull up in the hood

brought the extra whip on em

I don't even like to want em

I'm fly like that shades on

you don't even see my eyes is like that

suck dick and if you a rat

I jump out the white and poll that family dollar

buck up the pirates pots than the holla

I see it when I'm done and when I finish my run

only person I call every say it's my son

done done,rose in the fight nothing too fancy

just the all white night

lights on three chicks in the dipe

later fuck back and let em rock my mike

all fight in your worst nightmare

y'all should be happy for the rocks all care

I send em to the mall, put em in the trunk fee

curiosity the way these boys rapping is atrocity

I'll be laughing like ten animosity

it's okay will block it back for it

JFk what up