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poof - lud foe lyrics

[intro]
aye, out west 290 sh-t, b-tch, you know how i’m rockin’, n-gg-
get your guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp sh-t, get mopsticked, b-tch
ysn, young street n-gg-, aye
this b-tch say she like my watch, b-tch say she like my car
ridin’ solo dolo but i’m hangin’ out with my glock
police got behind me, did i pull over? h-ll naw
i might bust my dashboard, get up with me, f-ck y’all

[verse 1]
i pull up on you at the light, then i leave you at the light
slidin’ off, your sh-t crash, in the sidewalk, all in the gr-ss
i’m in the club, high off drugs, b-tch n-gg- better not mean mug
security ain’t even search me, i just snuck past him with the snuff
told that b-tch i like her sundress and i take it off
i aim at your head, chopper make a mess, take it off
sniper on the roof, roof, with this b-tch, i’m a dog
there was fleas on your -ss, n-gg-, you wan’ bite ’em off
i got shorties on my payroll, get your halo, they knock you off
my b-tch, i feel like john gotti, i might catch me a new body
if you ain’t ’bout gettin’ money, n-gg-, then you need to find you a new hobby
whole lotta money, whole lotta gold, like i sold my soul to the illuminati
p-ssy n-gg- this a ferrari, this ain’t no maserati
my b-tch got one h-ll of a body, she foreign like bugatti
alexander mcqueen ’cause, b-tch, i’m a designer fiend
i buy balmains, expensive jeans and i fill ’em with gs

[hook]
aye, my car go poof, it ain’t got no roof
n-gg-s say you’re gettin’ money but yeen no proof
p-ssy n-gg- f-ck with me then your life go poof
i’m a player, don’t be surprised if your b-tch go poof
and if you’re icy to me, your neck and wrist go poof
the police tryna build a case but they ain’t got no proof
i’ll f-ck his b-tch ’til she drown and she ain’t got no juice
thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ on my level that’s a h-ll of a stoop

[verse 2]
aye, your racks go poof, then your sack go poof
tryna run from me, chopper make your back go poof
the police chasin’ me, i make this beat, 12 on poof
we put n-gg-s on a stretcher now they callin’ for truce
i’m mixin’ hennessy with pills, b-tch, i’m high off the deuce
them n-gg-s lyin’ in they rhymes, they ain’t tellin’ the truth
i got a ugly bag, boy, i bought your b-tch bag
i got a ugly swag, my designer a mismatch
we just pull up on a n-gg- block with 100 shots, then the 100 train comin’
i f-ck a b-tch, never call her back, tell her that i love her, i was game runnin’
she ate my d-ck up, bon apet-t, b-tch got a tongue like cardi b
infrared beams on everything, might be red, might be green
bowleg b-tch might be thick, might be slim, might be lean
i don’t sip lean, but i pop beans, feelin’ like i’m high off everything
foe’nem leave no witnesses, we be shootin’ up everything
f-ck a b-tch ’cause i’m married to the game, only way i buy a wedding ring
run up on a n-gg- house, put the 4 nickel in a n-gg- mouth
told him, “give me all that sh-t”, took so much dope, i ain’t runnin’ out
you want the shoes on my feet, well, they ain’t even comin’ out
rappin’ sh-t you ain’t bout, these rap n-gg-s love doin’ sh-t for the clout
n-gg-s loose at the mouth

[hook]
my car go poof, it ain’t got no roof
n-gg-s say you’re gettin’ money but yeen no proof
p-ssy n-gg- f-ck with me then your life go poof
i’m a player, don’t be surprised if your b-tch go poof
and if you’re icy to me, your neck and wrist go poof
the police tryna build a case but they ain’t got no proof
i’ll f-ck his b-tch ’til she drown and she ain’t got no juice
thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ on my level that’s a h-ll of a stoop

[outro]
aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, b-tch
out west 290 sh-t, you know how i’m rockin’, n-gg-
get your guns up, get your funds up
you on that opp sh-t, get mop sticked
spvnk on the beat
drum dealers

- lud foe lyrics

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