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doc gruesome - luda كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
devereaux
yeah uh yeah

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
if i say move bet i get these little b_tches for my face
i’m leatherface, wear a mask and you won’t ever catch a case (you won’t ever catch a case)
i came to prove b_tches run, they always talking out they face, gon’ crack a face
this hoe b_tch be sucking d_ck from tip down to the face (from tip down to the face)
i’m on that raw sh_t passing packs around like derek carr sh_t
see the fiends up on the block and drop thеy f_ckin’ jaw sh_t
they go like boo! b_tch the f_ck you wanna do? (f_ck you wanna do)
wanna see mе chilling in my hood, i never move, f_ck it do
f_ck is you? b_tch i’m not f_cking with you
i be riding ’round dumping with a glock in your block, call me luda motherf_cker and i’m popping it too
you a rat, little b_tch, pop like a .22
never move, put it on me, i’ma stay, i’ma stay
bad little b_tch stir the pot like stew
i’ll turn the rock then i’m back to the block
post up on your spot, b_tch, i am that dude
i’m never moving, you gon’ have to come and k!ll me where i stand (yeah)
on the corner, ten toes down, i got my glock up in my hand
when life gets wild west it’s face to face, we’ll see who is the man
get the f_ck up from around me, no one know you see them bands up

[chorus: doc gruesome]
known around my block for having shooters (for having shooters)
known by local police, they pursue us (they pursue us)
known to make that crowd go stupid
run out on that f_ckin’ stage and tell ’em move just like i’m luda
known around my block for having shooters (for having shooters)
known by local police, they pursue us (they pursue us)
known to make that crowd go stupid
run out on that f_ckin’ stage and tell ’em move just like i’m luda (ayy!)
[verse 2: doc gruesome]
like move! get the f_ck up out the way
chopper always on me, let it sing in broad day
i lay a p_ssy down if he want to f_ck with me
i told everybody that we met they finna pay but they be wastin’
i got that pump in my trunk, that’s why your b_tch, she wanna ride with me
hating from the bottom, b_tch, this ain’t no f_cking robbery
close up with artillery that push your wig back
i give a f_ck about the money, i just watch that sh_t stack
ride with a corpse in the back of the he_rs_, local mortician embalming ’em first
read out a ritual, summon a demon and translate it all and i make it a verse
never been a motherf_cker that you want to f_ck with
big bad luda in the club with a .45
gone off on pills ’cause i’m back on my bullsh_t
little guy p_ss on my d_ck and he gon’ say yeah!
posted on your block but everybody know my name, not (they know my name)
thought this was your hood but now it looking like a grave plot
little p_ssy, come outside, we see you in the shame spot
acting like you are the guy that clean between your legs, not
i got extended clips and they filled with hollow tips
i got that clique up on the side of me, we known as cerberus
i break a b_tch, never known to quit, f_ck you think this is?
missed the kid when you see me get to moving in this b_tch

- doc gruesome

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