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Lud Foe
Lud Foe
Vocals
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Beecham
Anthony Beecham
Songwriter
Willie Akins
Willie Akins
Songwriter
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Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
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1:] You can look into my eyes, see the demon in me She wanna have my baby, she like put that semen in me I told my niggas that I'm live bring that nigga to me I'm so anonymous and ain't no nigga bigger than me My niggas kill for money, but for me to kill ya for free When you jumped off that porch niggas in the middle of the street Better be cool cause if you don't I'll hit ya ass with that heat I told my mom I'm on a mission to take over the streets I'm in that big body Bentley, pistol under the seat I make these big booty bitches wash the dishes for me And if you yelling bout some beef, bet not be mentioning me Bitch my shades cost a G, double G's on my feet She eat my babies, I refuse to take a bitch out to eat We got 380's, Mac 11's, and we got 223's Michael Jordan's on my feet bitch that's 223's I just bought me a finger choppa for a couple of thieves It ain't no pressure, get ya kill for a couple of fee's We ridin foregin, put some bullet holes in ya entry Dope man sellin dope, bitch I'm indianese She said Lud Foe is you gon fuck me I said bitch I'll see, she said Lud Foe you growing up I told that bitch I agree I gotta shout out Mama Dukes, just for raising the Beast I [? ] put you pussy's to sleep, aye I put the pussy to sleep This nigga said he coming for me, but when I run into that Nigga he be running from me, bitch Lil nigga you get RIP'ED, Balmain's on me use to rock LIG'S bitch I fucked this bitch named Victoria, and she keep begging me to keep her a seeeecret I hit the mall buy it all, fuck a check up Lil nigga I ain't really with that cheap shit I seen him on the internet tryna sneak diss, but I know he ain't Really with that street shit Nina Ross, she a freak bitch make her tongue kiss Any nigga wanna sneak diss We pull up on ya ass with them Glocks out Mistake me for a janitor the way I bring them mops out He running out of time he done clocked out I told er Glock, but I still can box you get knocked out Remember selling poles at the trap house Now I'm doing shows adding money in my stash house He fucking with me wrong I'd spazz out Ain't shit to put some money on his head I'll cash out Nigga, there's shooters that ain't shoot at shit We pull up on you with them extended clips on that movie shit Nigga, I heard you on that goofy shit, hating ass nigga On my dick on that groupie shit Nigga, already know we do this shit, all my niggas win we ain't really with that loosing shit You figure, you thinking that we cool and shit Dissing in ya raps 'Ima show you how the oozie spit I'm off pills and liquor, riding with the steal finna kill a nigga bitch. And no I don't feel these niggas What the fuck I'm mugging to a real gorilla bitch We riding late on that hot shit, I snuck inside the club With the slump free, fresher than the cock pit I'm a young nigga dripped in gold I'ma go getter, she keep thinking she my girlfriend I don't go with her I got hot, fuck a body guard, I feel no nigga [?] If you don't play ya part, you a smoke nigga I run them bands up fast, never been a slow nigga Hit the gas, do the dash, [?] gold nigga I'm out West 290, I'm a real Chicago realer He know where to find us, if he tryna bombard with us Put them bullet holes in ya anus, if you fuck with us And we gon make a fuck nigga famous put him on a picture We roll a fuck nigga like a swisher, make a nigga bitch Suck my dick then I dismiss her She crying, ya mama need some tissue When it hit you, now ya mama miss you FUCK NIGGA WHAT'S THE ISSUE!
Writer(s): Willie James Akins, Anthony Beecham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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