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lud foe - bout shit كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
aye
y.s.n, young street n_gga
out west, 290 sh_t n_gga
you know how i’m rockin’ n_gga
lud foe
boochie gang b_tch
get yo guns up, get yo funds up
you on that opp sh_t get mop stick hoe
straight gang sh_t n_gga
you know how we rockin’ n_gga
aye, aye, aye

[verse]
i don’t give a f_ck about sh_t
mouth sl!ck, sl!ck rick
you was in the house
but i was on some trap house sh_t
i f_ck hoes, talk sh_t
n_ggas ain’t bout sh_t
this a gucci shirt
i used to rock that hugo boss sh_t
we send shots, you catch bullets on yo randy moss sh_t
and sometimes i lose my mind
but i never lost sh_t
red bone, super thick
f_ck me for a outfit
we do home invasions, f_ck around and get ya house hit
i’m riding big rims, think i’m on some down south sh_t
b_tch i’m getting money, i’m just on some young boss sh_t
if you cross the line, i’ll get you knocked off quick
you not a k!ller, boy you lying, you ain’t knocked off sh_t
drugs in my pores, molly water drippin’ off me
you talking sh_t, 30 bullet holes in ya outfit
these hoes like paparazzi, i can’t get these b_tches off me
i wake up early and start drinking henny like its coffee
you ain’t talking bout no money, well that’s where you lost me
i f_ck these hoes for free, that sh_t ain’t gon’ never cost me
do a drill mask on, you won’t even notice me
my jewelry colder than a polar, my jeweler done froze me
it’s a sight to see, that’s why these b_tches gon’ hoe for me
my shorties shoot for free
they might end up kickin’ yo door for me
i keep a pole with me just in case you thinkin bout pokin me
got junkies knockin on my door, tryna cop some blow from me
what imma fight for? what you wanna lose your life for?
i long pipe her but i can never ever wife her
as a young n_gga they never really understand nun
so i pick the gun up, f_cked around and got my stripes up
she wanna f_ck with me, she heard that i can turn her life up
i got some rap money, i f_cked around and got my pipes up
i hit the club with my shades on, why
cause i’m high as h_ll
i don’t rock no f_ckin’ bourne fly but i’m fly as h_ll
say he gettin’ money but he not, he’s a lie and tell
if i go to jail, i won’t tell b_tch i make bail
all we know is w’s, cause n_gga we don’t take l’s
bro go post up by the train station, rob n_ggas by the l
if robbin’ me was yo mission, then you gon’ f_ck around and fail
got homies in the jail and for me i know they proud as h_ll
boy these bullets hot, hit yo top and f_ck around and melt
i keep that 40 on me, and it’s tucked in my designer belt
b_tch keep on callin’, she stalking me
she can’t help herself, i ain’t gotta touch a b_tch
i make a hoe caress herself
get a shoebox fill it with knots
sit on the shelf, 4 leaf clover for that green, imma f_cking elf
i remember back when we was down, ain’t n0body help
you get f_cked up, yo b_tch lips like some vice grips
i get sucked up like crime mob
if you knuck you get buck, buck
you get gift wrapped, kidnapped, you get trunk trunk
you mug off them drugs, you got f_ck around
and i get punched drunk, i ain’t finish school
h_ll yeah i was a young flunk, quick to get a gun
but i still want no young pump
i was grindin’ n_gga, i couldn’t wait till my time come
yo b_tch give me dome, she couldn’t wait till a n_gga cum
drinkin’ henny to the dome, i don’t want no red rum
if you run up on me wrong, n_gga imma k!ll some
we steal cars, to do drive_by’s let’s go peel some
these bullets come with pain, i don’t think you wanna feel none
been doin this rap sh_t since a shorty and it’s still fun
i hope you got your gun if don’t then you better run
i got a lot to say, you main b_tch be blowin’ me
this mac what i spray, coolin’ kit so it won’t overheat
you not a street n_gga, so stay yo ass out the street
b_tch i got bread on both sides, like some lunch meat
b_tch we hurricane, go ay bay bay with 223s
i told her f_ck my chain, she was dreamin’ about f_ckin’ me
i caught a money disease infected with the blue cheese
n_ggas funny to me, put on fronts for tv
i grew up around robbers
i grew up around thieves
i grew up around k!llers
grew up around og’s
they was all real n_ggas and they well taught me
white chalk cross that out if he cross me
you wanna rap beef, you must not wanna eat
you ain’t gettin’ no money, cause you way too busy watching me
if you wanna come around here, we knock you off your property
they say life a gamble, it feel like monopoly
you tryna compete, he lost the ball, he thought he was rockin’ me
these hoes used to diss me now they sending me apologies
i been doin this sh_t for years n_gga imma prodigy
i’m sellin’ twitter d, so all the dope fiens follow me
n_ggas hate on me, but me i never let it bother me
shout out to my momma dukes
cause she the one that father’ed me
shout out to my real n_ggas, never turned they back on me
so when you see me, got the same n_ggas in the back of me

- lud foe

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