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side - lud foe lyrics

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n-gga you a b-tch i can see it in ya eyes
you ain’t shootin sh-t n-gga quit it with the lies
if we can’t get to you we takin it out on ya guys
security at the front door so we came through the side

hollow tips leave a n-gga head open wide
i just know why she get her mouth open wide
i got peanut b-tter on the inside grape jelly outside
n-ggas wolf on the internet but they never outside

know everytime we ride somebody gonna die
p-ssy n-gga if you had a fly swatter prolly wouldn’t see a fly die
hittin neiman marcus i’m out shoppin i can’t help it i’m a fly guy
i hit the yolo with the backin soda watch it change colors tada

i hit the stew with the booth up leave the rap game with a black eye
i k!ll a n-gga in a taylor suit like james bond with the bow tie
if you want beef drop location we meet i don’t fear no guy
can’t gang bang on the keyboard in a street war when you gonna die

i’m breezing through cruising in my whip bae
wan’t you let me f-ck you in my mercedes
yellow russian paint yeah my sh-t licorice
i’m laughin to the bank this money got me ticklish

i water whip a white b-tch i got wrist in it
i’m in a foreign windows tinted got ya b-tch in it
i f-ck this rap game like i got my d-ck in it
she a yellow thick b-tch i like how she switchin it

these rap n-ggas too soft good at tickin me off
b-tch i ball like the super bowl i’m kickin it off
balmains filled with blue cheese
i got the blues new whip 22 forgie tennis shoes

why this x pill be m i a m?
why this red bone b-tch tryna be my bae?
kick her to the curve send that b-tch on her way
get like foe nem on the curve n-gga you in my way

gold cuban links cost a 100k k k
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas like i’m with the k k k
me and ye ridin round with ak k k
i k!ll ya like i’m stuck in a doll from childs play

n-gga want beef we can meet
out here some where in the streets
i got double g on my feet
she hungry for my d-ck she can eat

give a doggy b-tch a doggy a treat
she always beggin you for leech
hard boys runnin for police
i got shooters out west north south east

like 2pac i’m from the west side
high broke from the left side
off set ridin 24 i got 23 on the front tire
hit ya b-tch from the backside
you told me that’s the best side
bad b-tch with some good brain
good head till her neck tire

i’m shootin sh-t ncaa
ridin round with a 5-9
blue tips in a new whip
in a old school like back in the day
old school like back in the day

- lud foe lyrics

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