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pretty penny - lud foe lyrics

skrt, outwest sh-t, 290 sh-t n-gga you know how we rocking n-gga, straight gang sh-t, get yo guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp sh-t get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay
you playing with that merch, you f-ck around get robbed
my shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard
ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny
these b-tches i got plenty, i already f-cked too many
baby, im a dope dealer, just let me know how many, im a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city
chopper beat a n-gga up, they’ll catch a uppercut, baby eat a n-gga up, she catch a n-gga nut, she says she want a date, i wanna f-ck 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 b-tch, he just my report, he say he don’t f-ck with me and i don’t even know him
bailed out that van, michael [?] bullets throwing
you might get fanned hit yo’ mans when we blow
i pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these mother f-ckers how to do it trill
we riding with them steels, rolling up em’ pills
imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill
f-ck the cops, get put in a box, you f-ck with the opps, selling rocks, pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeezing triggers, only lord knows, i did that alot
f-cking thots, all these hoes going, can’t tell me they not
balmains filled with 50 g’s, b-tch this sh-t cost, dripping sauce, im big gucci boss, b-tch im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up, b-tch we broke the kn-b off, young n-gga i got mob ties, imma mob boss
vicelord, gd’s, bd’s at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd’s dont get wack now
foenem 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 [?] and guns, issa p-ss out
imma kod bigg sniffer hoes with they -ss out
poppin’ pills sweating like a feen, i might p-ss out
i can’t wife a b-tch i just sell the drinks, and i smash out
[?] fam you laying on your chest with your back out
taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon cr-p out
we rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, gang

we rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house

- lud foe lyrics

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