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fire - lud foe lyrics

[intro]
(drum dealers)
(b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
(spvnk on the beat)

[chorus]
i’m a drug dealer and a f*ckin’ drug buyer
you want smoke, go ahead and start a f*ckin’ fire
got your lil’ b*tch on her knees, she’s a satisfier
h*llcat got my new pirellis on fire
p*ssy n*gga, race me for your title
n*gga, didn’t you get the message? all my prices higher
put a bounty on your head, murder for hire
you look like the type of n*gga that’d wear a wire

[verse 1]
pretty penny for this fendi, b*tch, these ain’t no mikes
stomp the motor out my hemi flashin’ through the red light
pulled a high*speed on the jakes soon as they hit the lights
they couldn’t even get the plates, i ain’t nowhere in sight
my d*ck f*ck on immigrants, i hang with chemists
my hoes get allowances, i f*ck ’em with confidence
old*school on twenty*eights, it got the finer face
b*tch, i’m worth two bricks of yay, that’s what these diamonds say
b*tch, i’m rich and arrogant, i’m so magnificent
‘member i ain’t have fifty cent, i used to penny pinch
now i’m ballin’ like a b*tch, you’re sittin’ on the bench
give two f*cks what you used to do, ’cause that’s the past tense
[chorus]
i’m a drug dealer and a f*ckin’ drug buyer
you want smoke, go ahead and start a f*ckin’ fire
got your lil’ b*tch on her knees, she’s a satisfier
h*llcat got my new pirellis on fire
p*ssy n*gga, race me for your title
n*gga, didn’t you get the message? all my prices higher
put a bounty on your head, murder for hire
you look like the type of n*gga that’d wear a wire

[verse 2]
f*ck n*gga play p*ssy, get wet the f*ck up
i got these rap n*ggas prayin’ that i let the f*ck up
my 41 millimeter is baguette the f*ck up
i sic a bad b*tch on you, you get set the f*ck up
touchy*touch your b*tch, a perv, she gettin’ on my nerves
i’m gettin’ money, but i grew up with k!llers, and i still get the urge
chew my d*ck like gummy worms, she’s a f*ckin’ bird
we double*back to see who hit, the victim on the curb
kush reekin’ in my denim, b*tch, i couldn’t even get the send*off
let the cognac get you k!lled, n*gga, go ahead and get sent off
pass out on dope so strong ’cause i hit it with the fentanyl
rims so big, car so tall, i can barely even see y’all

- lud foe lyrics

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