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lud foe - right back at it lyrics
(hook)
i was chillin’ for a while, but i’m right back at it
someone knockin’ at my door, then it might be a addict
p-ssy n-gg-s still hatin’, so i’m guessin’ that’s a habit
had a dream about money and my blessings was to have it
used to go to school with my daddy semiautomatic
yous a f-ckin’ fool, you mistaken, you think i don’t got it
sellin’ dog food! b-tch, my traphouse look just like a mansion
usin’ pro tools, hit the studio and get to spazzin’!
(verse 1)
she’s a silly b-tch, she hit the weed and then she started laughin’
had a uzi and i used to stash it, right under the mattress
why you actin’ like you is a savage? boy, yo -ss a actress!
pull up on you, you gon’ see this flash, but this ain’t no camera
she seen my stash, but she bett not touch it, like she mc hammer
do the dash, police on my -ss, chase this panoramic
garbage bags filled with all this cash, you’d think i was santa
b-tch i’m from chiraq, but i got a thick b-tch in atlanta
nail ya to the cross! i’ma penetrate ya with my hammer
b-tch, my leather soft! went to sleep and woke up in a phantom
i send b-tches off, when they call me, they don’t get no answer
take ya panties off! b-tch, i heard ya was a freaky dancer!
(hook)
i was chillin’ for a while, but i’m right back at it
someone knockin’ at my door, then it might be a addict
p-ssy n-gg-s still hatin’, so i’m guessin’ that’s a habit
had a dream about money and my blessings was to have it
used to go to school with my daddy semiautomatic
yous a f-ckin’ fool, you mistaken, you think i don’t got it
sellin’ dog food! b-tch, my traphouse look just like a mansion
usin’ pro tools, hit the studio and get to spazzin’!
(verse 2)
want smoke? chopper hit ya, now ya dyin’ off some cancer
i sh-tted on em’, i’m not potty trained, i need a pamper!
i broke the rules, way too cool for school, i didn’t go to cl-ss!
she see my shoes, bett that b-tch gon’ drool, with her slobbin’ -ss!
he dissin’ me and still ain’t get no views, with his garbage -ss!
when we shoot, these bullets go thru yo r-t-rded -ss!
who is dude? go get him some food, with his starvin -ss!
you say you will, but you never do, with yo flodgin’ -ss!
i might kick a door! i might charge a kilo for a show!
this a gucci loaf! b-tch, this ain’t no [?]
you say that’s ya hoe, n-gg-, i just made her f-ck my bro
boy, yo b-tch a pro! n-gg-, i just thought i’d let ya know!
(hook)
i was chillin’ for a while, but i’m right back at it
someone knockin’ at my door, then it might be a addict
p-ssy n-gg-s still hatin’, so i’m guessin’ that’s a habit
had a dream about money and my blessings was to have it
used to go to school with my daddy semiautomatic
yous a f-ckin’ fool, you mistaken, you think i don’t got it
sellin’ dog food! b-tch, my traphouse look just like a mansion
usin’ pro tools, hit the studio and get to spazzin’
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