paroles de chanson Blue Armor (Edited)) - Ghostface Killah , Sheek Louch
Uh-huh
Greasy,
razor
blades,
shots
spray,
military
Armor,
keep
blaze
packed,
all
day,
dog's
day
Groundhog
Day,
ya'll
bitch
niggas
got
sweet
hands,
word
I
know
why,
why?
Ya'll
all
gay,
pop
off
head
Get
your
top
rocked,
way
across
state
The
pamphlet
read,
from
seven
to
nine,
don't
hold
that
weight
Ya'll
just
bait,
I'm
a
fisherman,
I
own
this
lake
When
I
catch
fish,
I
fry
'em,
to
they
back
I
flake
I
smash
ya'll
muthafuckas
like
a
seedless
grape
And
hang
niggas
like
some
ceiling
fans
in
K-Mart
plates
Feel
me?
Shake
double
earthquakes,
give
thanks,
give
shanks
Word
to
my
momma,
I
cut
the
grass
on
you
fucking
snakes
Expose,
don't
tell,
use
a
mo',
round
the
way
Go-Go
down,
gone
with
the
wind,
he's
a
he-she
Bitch
ass
nigga
for
sale,
like
Magilla
Standing
in
the
window,
with
a
sign,
"Yes,
I
fuck
men,
though"
Aiyo,
Sheek
(What
up,
dog?)
Stab
one
of
them
niggas,
nigga,
word
up!
Aiyo,
my
niggas
is
wetted,
they
drunk
and
they
trying
to
eat
The
hammers
on
'em,
and
they
ain't
out
looking
for
meat
I'm
jumping
out
cars,
I'm
giving
you
permanent
stars
Your
hardest
nigga,
you
can't
compare
him
to
ours
I'm
sitting
on
crates,
I'm
missing
probation
dates
I'm
stuck
with
this
weight,
my
wifey
period
late
I'm
hot
as
fuck,
my
truck
keep
getting
tailed
It's
like
every
week,
one
of
mines
getting
jailed
Forgetting
bail,
piss
test
failed
Got
parole
on
us,
then
wanna
roll
on
us
I'm
at
my
momma
crib
sleep,
who
told
on
us?
I'm
sick
to
death,
I'm
on
fire
in
the
streets
Like
in
Back
to
the
Future,
when
the
car
left
Ghost'll
clap
for
me,
fuck,
rap
for
me
Yo,
tell
them
niggas
on
the
Island,
get
strapped
for
me
Het
wet
ya,
and
throw
the
stocking
On
his
face,
like
when
he
first
met
cha
Yo,
me
and
Sheek
drug
heads
like
a
bottle
of
Goose
I
had
my
road
dogs
follow
your
troops
Gorilla
game,
African
tribe,
Somalian
crew
With
a
flow
so
sick,
my
high
temperature'll
body
the
flu
Crack
heads
get
knocked
out,
right
in
front
of
the
school
Slap
'em
Sheek,
wake
his
ass
up,
he
can't
even
move
Cereal
box
is
crack
and
ratchets,
in
the
cocaine
spot
My
fiends'll
box
filled
with
coke
head
classics
Dope
money,
flood
me
rags
of
kush,
heavy
drags
Bodegas,
I'm
mad,
my
older
sister
Patty's
a
butch
Guns
come
out
like
my
mother's
teeth,
watch
how
I'm
throwing
heat
The
leg
gravy
be
steaming
over
smothered
beef
From
eight-ball
jackets
to
cops
and
robbers
My
last
drug
run,
I
threw
in
two
bricks
to
garbage
I
wash
my
money
in
Woodlife,
dunyy,
sippin'
on
Folgers
Black
jewels
trucking,
still
come
through
bummy
![Ghostface Killah feat. Sheek Louch - More Fish](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/c/o/p/q/zhe475qpoc.jpg)
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2 Miguel Sanchez (Edited))
3 Guns N' Razors (Edited))
4 Miss Info Celebrity Drama Skit (Edited))
5 Outta Town Sh*t (Edited))
6 Back Like That Remix (Edited))
7 Street Opera (Edited))
8 Block Rock (Edited))
9 Josephine (Edited))
10 Blue Armor (Edited))
11 You Know I'm No Good (Featuring Ghostface Killah Edited))
12 Alex (Stolen Script) (Edited))
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