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.
1 Intro
2 Bout Shit
3 Suicide
4 Killa Season
5 Direct Messages
6 Pretty Penny
7 What's the Issue
8 Two
9 No Hooks
10 Heat
11 Still
12 Concussions (No Hooks)
13 Old Soul
14 Interlude 1
15 Ambition of a Rider
16 Paper
17 3 Mins of Death
18 A Lot of This
19 In and Out
20 Ain't Thinking Bout Her
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