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globetrotterz - lud foe lyrics

[chorus]
front me some dope, i cross you over like the globetrotters
i’m in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
sh-t hit the fan, that n-gga snitched, he couldn’t hold water
i get the pyrex and fill it with some cold water
these forty-five bullets shake like a t–ter-totter
i got my son drinking milk out a gucci bottle
after the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[verse 1]
you’re outta luck, you better duck, i’ll blow your head off
you run off with that pack, my n-ggas cut your legs off
slept with the money, it took an hour to clean the bed off
i’m in my low-low, i’m tryna throw the feds off
these n-ggas characters, all actors, and dw’s
i’m just a pistol toter, duckin’ you, you w’s
i sipped some dope, it have me high up off the residue
think you’s a big n-gga, don’t make my chopper measure you
they took you in investigation room and pressured you
they must’ve knew that you would fold, yeah, they pressured you
i couldn’t f-ck your b-tch, i had a busy schedule
these vvs’s make my wrist look like a swimming pool
you better find the exit ‘fore them bullets enter you
this for them broke n-ggas, i hope i’m not offending you
you got your vest on but it’s not defending you
p-ssy n-gga dissin’ me, you down for me to mental you
my trap house loaded up, with dope fiends
new crib, fill it up, with flash gang
n-gga let me talk my sh-t
and if you got a broke disease, go get you some vaccine

[verse 2]
i iced my neck up, my sh-t hit harder
i beat the trunk up, my sh-t hit harder
smoke out the pound, make the blunt hit harder
you tote that nine b-tch, my chopper hit harder
k!ll more [?], huh, i hit the p-ssy harder
she call me daddy, like she is my daughter
we make this so fast, n-ggas hate harder
i need my old school dunk, vince carter
it got that deep dish, paint mascara
i put some forgies on it, now it’s much taller
just took a broke n-gga’s b-tch, she want a baller
didn’t want your service anymore, you couldn’t afford her

- lud foe lyrics

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