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lud foe - go broke كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
brrroaw bow bow!
(skrr! skrr!)
young street n-gga!
ysn, b-tch, outwest 290 sh-t, n-gga, yu know how i’m rockin, n-gga
get yo guns up, get yo funds up, you on that opp sh-t, get mopstick, b-tch! straight gang sh-t!
(betta use yo head fo’ we knock it off, n-gga)
lud foe..boochie gang…aye..b-tch!

[hook]
before i go broke, yo block get poked
she fell in love with me, her heart got broke
i fell in love with money, i’m always stuntin’
n-gga try to take it from me, i bet he get smoked
i grew up as a f-ckin’ screw up, b-tch my mind loose
he like he don’t f-ck with me cause he ain’t got the time to
i can take a n-gga b-tch and i ain’t even tryin’ to
we travelin’ state to state, n-gga, we gon’ come and find you!

[verse 1]
i heard you lookin’ for me, p-ssy n-gga, i’m behind you
i’m a young n-gga with a check, i could sign you
i was only 4 feet, mobbed with some ogs
youngest n-gga on the block, runnin’ from the police
b-tch, i’m ridin’ wit this pole! hit the strip club, b-tches shake that -ss, like some jell-o!!
b-tch, i’m sumn like a scarecrow, f-ck her from the back, pull her tracks, where her hair go?
i’m ridin’ foreigns cause i sell dope, he say he been trappin’ all day, but he still broke
ya dope too weak, ya block too slow! eat my dust, burn rubber, boy, ya car too slow!
b-tch, i’m ridin with a double felon, in the whip 2 deep, just me and a mac .11
pull up on yo b-tch in a q7, grew up as a demon, but i still hope i go to heaven

[hook]
before i go broke, yo block get poked
she fell in love with me, her heart got broke
i fell in love with money, i’m always stuntin’
n-gga try to take it from me, i bet he get smoked
i grew up as a f-ckin’ screw up, b-tch my mind loose
he like he don’t f-ck with me cause i ain’t got the time to
i can take a n-gga b-tch and i ain’t even tryin’ to
we travelin’ state to state, n-gga, we gon’ come and find you!
n-gga!

[verse 2]
turned me out when i was like 7
shot a couple n-ggas in juvenile, i was a felon!
if the dope don’t lock, ima re-rock the work!
we gon pull up on yo block puttin’ these glocks to work!
you say my name wrong in ya song, f-ck ‘round get murked!
send my youngins on a mission, you know they love to lurk!
tryna f-ck a b-tch friend, i can’t help i’m a flirt!
i get cabbage, you a f-ggot, you get knocked out tha skirt!
i’m the plug sendin’ packages all across the earth, gang!
boy, don’t f-ck with us if you don’t g-ngb-ng!
started from the bottom, and i’m still with the same gang
pills got me higher than a muhhf-ckin’ airplane!
pillow talkin’ to these hoes, boy, you too soft!
aim at yo top, knock yo muhhf-ckin’ roof off!
you got a gun, better blow sumn
hollows leave holes in a n-gga like a donut, gang!

- lud foe

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