Sheek Louch - What Up b**h? lyrics

"What's goin onnnn?" "It's hot today man!" [Sheek Louch] Woo! Aiyyo Hood let's talk to these b**hes (BE-OTCH!) Aiyyo - don't f** the night up n***a, light up n***a Kinda tired but my dick gettin right up n***a Aiyyo shorty whattup ma, you f**in or what? Whattup with your crew, they look good - they s**in or what? b**h c'mere (c'mere ma) I ain't tryin to be startin But I'm tryin to bust off 'til your mouth look like kindergarten Ass up, lips hangin, p**y fartin Uhh, Sheek nastier than caca I'm tryin to put my meat up into mami like {?} to Popeye (How you say that sh**?) Sheek be feelin titties like a plastic doctor (Woo!) I done f**ed a couple at times I done bust all in the face of a perfect dime I even fell asleep twisted off Cuervo and lime Woke up, and I was on the child like Shyne Pancakes, all that, I ain't got love for these b**hes I swear it be rare if I call back Wake up with 'em, I put dick in 'em Send 'em for some ice and let the doorknob hit 'em (get out b**h) Some 'gnac and a dutch, and I swear I forget 'em I don't pa** the haze, I don't know who you s**ed And I don't eat p**y, I don't know who you f**ed (Aiyyo that's that b**h right there?) (Yo that's her right there yo) [Hook: Sheek Louch] Aiyyo yo yo, that's that lil' b**h I was lookin for I ain't know she live right here on the 5th floor Tell her come over here, I'mma pull over there (What up b**h, what up b**h) Aiyyo, that's that lil' b**h I was lookin for I ain't know she live right here on the 5th floor Tell her come over here, I'mma pull over there (What up b**h, what up b**h) [J-Hood] Aiyyo, pa** the dutch and pa** a n***a some tequila And I'mma hit that b**h with the strokes of d**h I ain't gotta G her (hold that) Cum better than I spit, I do it cause that's what I'm good at When I'm beatin it up, they always ask me where the Hood at Got my pimp game strong, and my dick Kane long I ain't even gon' lie, ain't no need for that thong I'm a back shot specialist, believe me I'm nice But the only thing Hood gon' eat is a slice I'm tryin to give a b**h the pipe, on top of a Carrera To be honest with you Louch, I'm tryin to see Ciara Where the freaks at, I heard they come out at night But I done scooped plenty broads in the morning and got right I'm just tellin you what I'm capable of Boo why don't you deep throat my man meat while I break up this dub I break backs, break gats, k** tracks and get scrilla So if you want good dick b**h holla at a n***a (What up b**h, what up b**h) {*8X*} BE-OTCH!