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Sheek Louch
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Dinner Guest
Lyricist:Sean Jacobs, Donnelle Little, Jason Phillips, Michael Rose, David Styles, Andy Thelusma
Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty D-block Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty, mighty D-Block
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
Okay, I lyrically ejaculate I come on tracks, go 'head and hate Go inside, run and hide 'Cause this gon' boost the murder rate
Flying with the law behind me Nickel plate, extra shiny Got this woman on my tip Like they name is Tiny
Every hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like 'What the fuck?' Porsche Turbo, Yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew Rosé, feet up, deuce deuce in my shoe
Ten years on radio, ten years on mix-tapes Did deals with everybody, even survived the Puff rape Now I'm all bossed up, watch all glossed up D-Block, we hard in the streets, put your signs up
Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty Dâ€'block Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty, mighty Dâ€'Block
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
Money ain't shit to me, respect means more to me We define loyalty, this is rap royalty Let the fo' five off, live for, die for Hustle is my first love and the streets my side hoe
Haze then I'm back to sour, okay, I'm back in power Business man nine to five, hooligan after hours Ain't nobody to compare to what we contribute The bars is like the possession with intent to strip you
My hand, wrist, ears and neck laid Nothing but straight fire for a decade I'm in the polo rounds, polo down Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Feelin' like when Tony put Manolo down Y'all know who control the town
Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty Dâ€'block Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty, mighty Dâ€'Block
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
This is for my looters and shooters With them deserts and rugars and lugers Who was newest to beat, talk to us, huh? I got 'em, Don-Don, fully black Armani yan Me not play wit dem facey boys, shut it down
Keep my barrel spinnin', that's why ratty warm Have you marked for death, you're whole family gone Got 'em pounds of that green, we call it the Hawks D-Block, one time, we call it New York
Get money, hit honeys on the regular Bully stay in peoples ear like a cellular Now the world and your girl, they all know my name Got 'em Trey Songing, bullys insane
Never been to Yonkers before, neither entrepreneur And I'm a monster for sure like Godzilla Shoot is on your death, cut ya deck like a card dealer Puffin' on the lies, spent a buck at the car dealer
They tryin' to say D-Block is negative Any rapper breathing is breathing 'cause we let 'em live I can tell you why these soft suckas mad at me They can see I got every kind of flags with me
Honor flags [Incomprehensible]flags, game flags It's a d block, everywhere we bangs at Money long, run long, bullets long Word to your hood, if you got a hood, put it on
Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty Dâ€'block Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty, mighty Dâ€'Block
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh
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