scotty - lud foe lyrics
[chorus]
if your discussion ain’t about no money, quit talking then
my b-tch an immigrant, i like ’em foreign, yeah she a ten
i probably stuck my d-ck in every dime, the jigga man
i hit the club in my chinchilla coat, like k!lla cam
the plug shippin’ me narcotics in, i called it in
got so much money on the f-ckin floor, it’s fallin’ in
you that lil n-gga think you a gorilla, with monkey hands
switch different traps, i know the police plottin’, on runnin’ in
[verse 1]
towards the middle the month, the trap house slow up
n-gga, don’t bro us, ’cause you don’t know us, ayy
better have that fetty right on time if you owe us
re-rock it and sell you the same dope that you sold us
b-tch, you must thought i was in love with you, i’m done with you
done f-cked around and now she sprung on this young n-gga
this b-tch told me give her some’ she could put her tongue on
i’m lurkin’, lookin’ for someone to pull my gun on
i just spent a brand new check, got one of my hoes a booty
seven different hoes of the week, they got different duties
i do damage with this tooly, i knock out your sushi
she out her rabbit -ss mind, think i’m gon’ eat her coochie
just bought a chopper, named it badazz, lil boosie
set you on fire ’til i’m runnin’ out of f-ckin’ fluid
she smokin’ reefer, up and pop a pill, she’s a hype ho
what’s to these f-ggot -ss rappers wearing all of these tight clothes?
[chorus]
if your discussion ain’t about no money, quit talking then
my b-tch an immigrant, i like ’em foreign, yeah she a ten
i probably stuck my d-ck in every dime, the jigga man
i hit the club in my chinchilla coat, like k!lla cam
the plug shippin’ me narcotics in, i called it in
got so much money on the f-ckin floor, it’s fallin’ in
you that lil n-gga think you a gorilla, with monkey hands
switch different traps, i know the police plottin’, on runnin’ in
[verse 2]
gave her a drink, she cleaned the place, she had a white -ss nose
i put malaysian in my b-tch, yeah she don’t wear micros
i stuck my d-ck in the rap game, it had a tight -ssh0l-
check out my watch, a lot of diamonds on this white -ss gold
i’m a young n-gga but god blessed me with an old -ss ho
i’m a young n-gga but got bodies on this old -ss pole
and at fifteen i was runnin’ wild and f-ckin’ old -ss hoes
steppin on these n-ggas’ feet, i know they got some sore -ss toes
b-tch, i’m dry whippin’, tryna turn a half to a whole
and b-tch it’s only when i’m workin’ on this old -ss dope
every time i’m in your city it’s a sold out show
but still my trap house twenty-four and it’ll never close
[chorus]
if your discussion ain’t about no money, quit talking then
my b-tch an immigrant, i like ’em foreign, yeah she a ten
i probably stuck my d-ck in every dime, the jigga man
i hit the club in my chinchilla coat, like k!lla cam
the plug shippin’ me narcotics in, i called it in
got so much money on the f-ckin floor, it’s fallin’ in
you that lil n-gga think you a gorilla, with monkey hands
switch different traps, i know the police plottin’, on runnin’ in
towards the middle the month
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