Lud Foe - Pretty Penny текст песни

Текст песни Pretty Penny - Lud Foe



SKRT, outwest shit, 290 shit nigga you know how we rockin nigga, straight gang shit, get yo guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp shit get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay.
You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed.
My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard.
Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny.
These bitches i got plenty, i already fucked too many.
Baby, imma dope dealer, just let me know how many, imma young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city.
Choppa' beat a nigga up, they'll catch a uppercut, baby eat a nigga up, she catch a nigga nut, she says she want a date, i wanna fuck her face.
First i look you up, then i find your place.
The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her, old school chevy, big box motor.
Lud foe take your bitch, he just my report, he say he dont fuck with me and i dont even know him.
Belt out that bag michael vick bullet store.
You might get fanned hit yo' man when we blow.
I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these motha fuckers how to do it trill.
We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills.
Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill.
Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps, selling rocks, pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeeze the trigger, only lord knows, i did that alot.
Fucking thots, all these hoes going, cant tell me they not.
Baltmains filled with 50 g's, bitch this shit cost, dripping sauce, im big gucci boss, bitch im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up, bitch we broke the knob off, young nigga i got mob ties, imma mob boss.
Vicelord, gd, bd's at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd's dont get wack now.
Fuck now pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out.
Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out.
Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then i ran out.
Hit the block, so bugs and guns, issa pass out.
Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out.
Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, i might pass out.
Cant wife a bitch i just sell the drinks, and i smash out.
Temperpedic fam you laying on your chest with your back out.
Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out.
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the traphouse, GANG.
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house.



Авторы: Willie James Akins Jr.


Lud Foe - No Hooks
Альбом No Hooks
дата релиза
18-05-2018




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