paroles de chanson 3 Mins of Death - Lud Foe

I'll Tell Yu One Thing Yu Shouldnta Did Was Diss Me!
I Just Left Yo Bitch And She Already Miss Me!
I Just Bought A Thousand Red Skullies, Boa Ain't Shit Cheap
Get Dick Sucked From Ya Lul Bitch, She's A Big Freak
Big Rims On A Big Truck On A Big Street!
Big Heat Fa These Lul Niggas Think They Want Beef!
Thick Bitch, Stash A Quarter Brick In Ha Butt Cheek
Ya Mama Might Get Touched If A Fuck Nigga Touch Me
I'm Holdin' These Racks!
I'm Totin' On This MAC!
Yu Holdin' On That Bitch, She's A Rat, Ratatouille!
Canary Yellow Diamonds Got Me Shinin', Juicy Fruity-Fruity!
We Got 30 Clips, 50 Clips, Shoot A Movie-Movie!
Hit Tha Gucci Store, I Walked Out Double G'd Up
I Feel Like Cago Leek, These Lul Niggas Got Me T'd Up
Yu Sneek Diss, We Catch Yu In Tha Streets, Bett Not Freeze Up
I Give Ha Kneepads So She Don't Scrape Ha Knees Up
Bitch, Yu Thought I Was Done!
Hoe, Yu Thought I Was Finished!
Yu Fuckin' With Me, They Shoulda Told Yu That I Was A Menace
I Got A Loaded Sniper Rifle, Kill Yo Ass From A Distance
I'm Gettin' Money, Now These Bitches See I Ball Like The Pistons
Think I'm The Gingerbread Man, How I Bake Those Cookies
They Know That I'm A Pro
Yellow Ferrari, It's A Banana Boat!
It's Not A Joke, Yu Will Get Smoked, Like Yu Was Hella Dope
I'm Livin' Lavish, I Wasn't Livin Like This Two Years Ago
Yu Dramatic, Shit Get Tragic, We Pull Up With Automatics
Red Tape On Ya Block, Buhh Dont Nobody Know What Happen
I Wish A Nigga Try To Rob Me! (Rob Me!)
Let A Fuck Nigga Try To Rob Me! (Let A Nigga Try To Rob Me!)
I'm A OutWest Nigga, Thats Where I Be, On Some Hot Shit
I Cant Even Conceal The Glock, Cause It's A Mopstick
Why This Bitch Keep Callin' My Phone? She On Some Thot Shit
I Remember I Was Sellin' Blows, On That Block Shit!
Think He The Predator, I'm The Janitor, Get Mopstick!
I'll Fuck And Get Rid Of Her, She Was Tryna Hold Me Hostage
I'm Two Steps Ahead Of Ya, Boi
Don't Think Im Scared Of Ya, Boi
We Lampin' On Yo Ass, If We Can't Find Ya, We Killin' Ya Boys
I'm A Goon With A Silencer, Like These Niggas Ain't Makin' No Noise
My Young Niggas Some Scavengers, Like Its Christmas, We Bringin Out Toys
I'm A Jimmy Choo Walker, That Bitch A Stalker, Im Gettin' Annoyed
We Pull Up And We Leavin Ya DEAD!, Sumn Yu Could Never Avoid!
The Bottom Of My Shoes Are Red, Christian Loubatin Boys
I Got Two Bitches Up In My Bed, One Of Em Maybe Be Yours
We Ridin' With 50s And MACs!
Rollin' Off Hella Flats!
I Fucked Her Doggystyle, Nutted All Over Her Back
They Say I'm A Problem Child, How I Be Murkin' Them Tracks
We Tape A Nigga Up Like A Mummy, And Call It A Wrap
I Never Worked A Job, Every Night, I Slept In Tha Trap
That Bitch Was Full Of Rats, So Every Night, I'm Layin Out Traps
GANG!

Bitch! No Hooks
OutWest 290 Shit, NIGGA!
Aye! YSN! Young Street Nigga!
GANG!
Bitch! Get Yo Guns Up, Get Yo Funds Up, Yu On That Opp Shit, Get Mopstick, Bitch!
Straight Gang Shit! Know How I'm Rockin, Nigga, Aye!