Devine Lyrics - After Taxes - Sheek Louch

Ayo Devine drop that daddy 

**repeat twice** 

ooh weee, lets get it poppin daddy 

uh, yea, lets get it poppin mommy 

(Sheek Louch) 

Ayo the moral of the story is 

we all can't be gloriest 

some of us still on our grind (our grind) 

Thats why I walk wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine) 

'Fore who eva want to cross this line Devine 

Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man is back 

But niggaz still don't want to get down wit the heat again 

You see me postin on the block, see these bitches on my cock 

Seein you jumpin out the drop, sombody light up 

I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me 

you can eat from my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em right up 

you can catch me all Nelly in the blue red dully 

Half crip half blood nigga west side 

But you can catch me in New York on stage on the block 

or even visitin my niggaz in the cage (lets ride) 

Its somethin to do, lackin the fool, packin a .2, ok nigga 

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(Chorus: 2X) 

Me and my niggaz on our New York shit 

Me and my niggaz on our West Coast shit 

Me and my niggaz on our down South shit 

Yes, Midwest, Bay area 

(J Hood) 

Lets go, uh 

When niggaz see me in the street they be like there go double O again 

He got the .357 set and he 'bout to let it go again 

Switchin up this flow again, grindin up for that dough again 

Your mans in that set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him 

Hands up plus lip, let me see ya'll niggaz bang 

Hit a nigga in his head make 'em come about this chain 

Homey I'm the best at this shit 

I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on this shit 

That niggaz perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks 

We movin grindin on a new city gettin jacked suckin ain't no dick 

And you can show if it ain't no purp-b 

Our buns be color of pookey lips when they gave 'em that turkey 

Been a long time comin, but my time is due 

Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue 

Caught away seats in the gray CL 

Wit so many weight in the trunk 

If you don't chop it the brick scale, nigga! 

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(Chorus: 2X) 

(Sheek Louch) 

Ayo me and my young boy 

Remind me of my self in early days sort of like a young hoy 

Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St. Croix 

Blue water two bitches and peep a toy 

But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler 

And the cooler got no bait for lunch meat 

You done fuck see the morgue 

You ain't fuckin wit me dawg 

Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your fawg 

(J Hood) 

Ayo I'm 'bout coastal G 

But I'm 'bout to east coast back where it 'pose to be 

D-Block got the streets in a zip lock 

And we bustin off 'em hammers 

Like we don't give a fuck 'bout hip-hop 

So who wanna get popped, just give me the word 

It won't be occasion when I hit his ass wit this bird 

Leave his ass on the curve 

So you can put that yach on 'em 

I'mma make this drug related and leave some crack on 'em 

(Chorus: 2X)