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too much - lud foe lyrics

(verse 1)
its war time, i hope you got yo strap, cus i got mine
high speed on the cops, haul -ss, runnin stop signs
b-tches think i’m handsome, the wouldn’t lie
let these n-ggas breathe, what they do, nun but k!ll time
n-ggas coppin pleas, writin statements, they drop dimes
fell in love with guns, we got fns & glock .9s
big -ss pistol on my lul bitty waist
put these big -ss bullets in yo lul bitty face
and if i get caught, ima still get away
get a big bad lawyer for this lul bitty case
i’m ridin skinny, forgiatos look like i’m finna race
doors up, f-ck a roof, new beemer, i8
remember posted on the block with like 8 cent
now my mama break a sweat when she gotta pay rent
i teach you how to get this money, boa, i’m givin you a hint
they kicked me outta school, i was a fool with that fn
b-tch on my d-ck, steady droolin and blushin
sweep the dope up, i’m a fool with that dustpan
got a mac in my right hand, tec in my left hand
still hear me blowin even if you was a deaf man

(hook)
i’m a outwest n-gga, ion floss too much
got a chauffer and a rover, ion walk too much
in chiraq, they be usin white chalk too much
i tell that b-tch leave me lone, throw me off too much
i put her on the block list, cus she stalk too much
n-gga gambled with his last, and he lost too much
i get you k!lled for dirt cheap, it don’t cost too much
i just popped another molly, think i’m off too much

(verse 2)
i’m on some outwest sh-t, don’t come out here with that sh-t
line a n-gga -ss up, i’m on that loose screw sh-t
told me chill, f-ck that, i’m back on that hot sh-t
n-ggas always run they mouth, knowin they ain’t shot sh-t
i put a lock on the game, you gon need a locksmith
gettin brain from yo main b-tch til she lock-lipped
we got all kinda guns, on that black ops sh-t
stay yo -ss in the house if you on that opp sh-t
n-ggas love to run they mouth, knowin they ain’t shot sh-t
n-ggas stuntin, they be frontin, actin like they got sh-t
he let off 30 shots, how the f-ck he miss me?
lud foe took his hoe cause he is a b-tch thief
you had my d-ck in yo mouth, hoe, don’t try and kiss me
the police try and lock me up, i tell em dismiss me
i went to sleep with my mac 11 right next to me
dat n-gga seen me and he ran, he was right next to me
dat choppa chokeslam a n-gga like royal wrestling
these b-tches keep callin me, hoes keep textin me
i popped 2 pills, i’m high as giraffe nuts
got a 50 shot ruger, came with the monkey nuts
make examples outta n-ggas, he thought he was too tough
b-tch, i grew up in the slums, childhood was too rough
nina ross, she my b-tch, make me introduce her
me and stewie droppin x pills in the fruit punch
now watch how everybody in the party boost up
we done hit him in his sh-t, now he can’t get up
issa homicide, now the ambulance pick up
i’m in a briggs truck, finna pick a n-gga b-tch up
n-ggas switched up, now they madd cus i’m next up
put ya ice up, vvss cut my wrist up
you a broke n-gga, boa, you betta go and fix sumn
she a gold digger, but i never give a b-tch nun
i’m a dope dealer, baby, i could water whip sumn
jesse white with the white, n-gga i could flip sumn
hit yo block, shoot a movie, bring extended clips up
how you smokin dead n-ggas, you ain’t never shot none
issa shootout, we bang it out until the cops come
then we reroute, come back like we forgot sumn
do a hit, pop back out like we ain’t did nun
i been stuntin since a young n-gga, and i’m still stuntin

(hook 2x)
i’m a outwest n-gga, ion floss too much
got a chauffer and a rover, ion walk too much
in chiraq, they be usin white chalk too much
i tell that b-tch leave me lone, throw me off too much
i put her on the block list, cus she stalk too much
n-gga gambled with his last, and he lost too much
i get you k!lled for dirt cheap, it don’t cost too much
i just popped another molly, think i’m off too much

- lud foe lyrics

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