Sheek Louch ft Styles P - Kiss Your Ass Goodbye (Official Music Video) (Throwback Classic)

Intro: Sheek Louch] D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block Ohh, shit, let's go [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 2x You can kiss your ass goodbye D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block La da da, da da da D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Aiyyo, this that shit that make niggas wanna rep they clique Grab their gun an' diss niggas to their dick Buck somethin', go somewhere an' fuck somethin' Like that frontin' nigga bitch, ma

ke her suck somethin' Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out Hoodie on with the all black Belushis on Niggas yappin' 'til they muh'fuckin' face is torn Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn Hit y'all fagot ass niggas that's scared to death Talk shit, when I'm around, y'all hold y'all breath I make murder music, my shit bang in the city But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty It's too much violence now since Ja ruined 50 I don't know no other way but to rap gritty Fuck that, baby, when

I'm rich Until then where the fuck is my thugs at up in this bitch? (Let's go) [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 2x You can kiss your ass goodbye D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block La da da, da da da D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block [Verse 2: Styles P] Whaddup, nigga? You cut up, nigga Shoot shit to lift the truck up, nigga D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof Give a basshead a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe Style on niggas; beat somethin' down We gon' pile

on niggas, wild on niggas (La da da, da da da) That's a lullaby for you Better ask your man, he ready to die for you We comin' through, tearin' the block up We ain't gettin' locked up, that mean we even shootin' the cops up Whaddup? Yeah nigga, two mo' times Whaddup, whaddup? Now we in the New York grind Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by With plastic nine to blast your eye, right, (what) [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 2x You can kiss your ass goodbye D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block La

da da, da da da D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Ayo, I talk shit how I wanna talk, bop how I wanna walk An' you can tell that nigga dere is from New York An' I still got my South niggas ready to squeeze I don't need cake to see me with a couple of G's An' I don't need a loan, muh'fucker, I'm grown Had a thirty eight before I had a phone I stuck niggas up before y'all lil' niggas started to bone This that Sheek Louch shit, y'all niggas tryin' to clone Let's be real, the

average muh'fucker with a deal Probably never had a fight, no guns, none of that Niggas know I'm right, I say goodnight to my son Give my baby moms a lil' cake An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run Before pussy niggas try their hand I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home" An' I ain't 'Making The Band' What y'all coward niggas don't understand? (Yeah) [Chorus: Sheek Louch] 2x You can kiss your ass goodbye D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block La da da, da da da D-Block, D-Block, D-B

lock, D-Block