paroles de chanson Direct Messages - Lud Foe
Bitch
My
outwest
shit
nigga
290
shit
nigga
you
already
know
how
we
rockin'
Get
your
guns
up
or
get
your
funds
up
You
on
that
opp
shit
get
mopsticked
Bitch
These
fuck
niggas
hate
me
already
Got
a
young
nigga
feeling
like
I
made
it
already,
bitch
I
like
my
cheese
with
spaghetti
fuckin'
with
my
fetty
you
get
woped
brains
like
spaghetti,
bitch
You
hop
up
off
that
plane
we
extorting
niggas
Nigga
you's
a
mouse
nigga
you
a
house
nigga
I
got
shooters
from
out
south
nigga,
watch
ya
mouth
nigga,
late
night
We
pop
out
show
you
what
we
bout
nigga
Ain't
no
room
in
my
room
pistols
in
the
couch
nigga
Got
a
room
full
of
goons
and
we
pointing
out
niggas
Lud
Foe
took
his
cookies
cause
he
was
a
scout
nigga
I'm
gorilla
mixed
with
killer
I'll
shoot
it
out
with
you
I
hit
the
club
with
some
thugs
throwing
dubs
on
yo
baby
momma
Hop
up
out
the
'Rarri
do
the
dash
you'll
think
I
was
sonic
Boochie
gang
gang
should
be
on
Americas
most
wanted
I
got
yo
bitch
high
thought
she
was
gone
die
when
she
hit
the
chronic
Call
up
cago
bring
that
tool
he
gone
act
a
fool
If
you
snooze
you
gone
make
the
news
boy
don't
be
no
fool
The
GD's
the
BD's
will
kill
shit
for
me,
but
you
know
I'm
4CH
Solid
gang
hard
to
deal
with,
bitch
Bitch,
you
fucking
with
me
you
gone
hit
the
kill
switch
this
pump
will
knock
a
dread
out
yo
head
when
that
steel
hit
it
I
been
on
that
savage
shit
and
I'm
still
with
it
Heard
these
fuck
Niggas
out
of
shape
and
I'm
still
fitted
Trappin
out
that
bando
sellin
heroin
It
all
started
out
I
was
a
shorty
playing
with
bb
guns
Went
to
school
with
my
daddy
tool
I
was
a
sneaky
son
A
lot
of
hallows
you
think
you
a
bully
come
get
you
some
Turned
15
and
I
went
and
bought
a
tommy
gun
Pull
up
serving
Whitney
had
to
serve
my
uncle
bobby
sum
Who
ain't
got
no
check
pussy
boy
we
got
a
lot
of
funds
Got
it
out
the
mud
bussing
juggs
till
that
profit
come
Pussy
better
use
your
brain
if
you
got
it
all
Nigga
say
he
drinking
lean
he
drinking
Tylenol
That
money
hit
me
up
nigga
I
ain't
gotta
call
These
bitches
eat
me
up
gimme
head
till
they
lockjaw
We
pull
up
get
to
shooting
if
you
try
and
run
them
bullets
chase
We
do
this
shit
professional
the
police
come
won't
leave
a
trace
Aim
at
yo
top
when
it
drop
I
can
see
the
sun
Them
hollows
hit
yo
chest
leave
it
sticky
like
a
piece
of
gum
Bitch
I
roll
with
thieves
Count
blue
cheese
till
my
fingers
numb
Selling
cooca
leaf
I
chief
with
the
Mexicans
She
say
she
want
a
feast
feed
her
dick
She
won't
get
a
crumb
You
know
I'm
in
chiraq
you
can't
come
come
where
I'm
from
That's
yo
ass
pussy
boy
you
trash
get
put
in
the
dump
I
stir
it
in
the
bowl
make
it
cold
like
a
chemist
does
You
snitching
on
yo
niggas
boy
you
told
should've
shut
it
up
Throwin
shade
I
ain't
got
no
blade
but
I'm
cuttin'
up
You
the
type
of
nigga
get
on
then
you
leave
niggas
I'm
the
type
of
nigga
get
on
and
I
feed
niggas
I'ma
rock
the
club
with
my
gang
I
don't
need
niggas
You
better
tuck
yo
chain
be
a
stain
or
the
victim
Bullets
hit
yo
brain
show
no
sympathy
we
treat
Niggas
Get
a
body
bad
white
sheet
rest
in
peace
nigga
I'm
lookin
for
that
boy
but
I
ain't
playing
hide
and
seek
with
him
We
catch
him
in
L'A
while
its
hot
let
that
heat
hit
him
I
got
a
40
Glock
30
shots
up
in
these
denims
Then
I
pull
up
get
to
shooting
hit
that
nigga
and
who
be
with
him
Then
we
slam
off
in
a
Jaguar
with
the
top
off
take
her
top
off
no
Lacoste
bitch
this
shit
cost
I'm
a
fat
nigga
B.O.N
bitch
I'm
big
boss,
I'm
a
trap
nigga
get
'em
in
then
I
send
em
off
Say
you
at
the
top
bullets
hot
knock
yo
top
off
That
shotty
hit
yo
body
put
a
body
on
my
sawed
off
Serving
dope
to
the
dope
fiends
make
em
nod
off
Fuck
a
hoe
sell
a
hoe
dreams
then
I
drove
off
I'm
sending
direct
messages
I
get
money
calls
in
Texas
I'm
sending
direct
messages
I
get
money
calls
in
Texas
1 Young Nigga
2 Bout Shit
3 One of a Kind
4 It's the Truth
5 Come 4 Me
6 Trap House
7 Suicide
8 Direct Messages
9 You Ain't Never
10 Trap Star
11 Scars
12 I Ain't Heard
13 Still
14 Neva Had Shit
15 What's Good
16 Wat It Do
17 Mo Money, Mo Problems
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