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usin it - lud foe lyrics

[intro]
aye , aye
i gave this lil hoe my number now she can’t stop usin’ it
gang
out west 290 sh-t, b-tch you know how im rocking n-gg- get yo guns up get yo funds up you on that op sh-t you get mop sticked b-tch
no hooks part 2
gang
[verse 1:]
i gave this lil hoe my number now she can’t stop usin’ it
i just bought a new chopper now i can’t stop usin’ it
made in italy, my shoes got 2 gs on em
cop a foreign than i threw some d’s on em
im a dog on every beat i leave fleas on em
see my pistol like a lemon boy dont make me squeeze on ya
and b-tch if you ain’t no stripper i ain’t throwin cheese on you
im so cold i might leave you froze if i sneeze on you
if you do blow then bring me yo nose
out here sellin blow
ran out of baggage so i told my hoes to go to the store
chopper left him with a bald head, but he had a fro
they wanted smoke now they all dead
go look at the score
the hottest n-gg- in it, ain’t i?
baby im a big dog but i ain’t a k9
you droppin names to the feds? boy you better not say non’
get 200 for the time b-tch can’t let her waste mine
the cops tried to get it back at me
tough luck d-mned if they pull me over with this sh-t in my trunk
fast whip with the pink slip, b-tch this my sh-t
im ridin in it with a full clip of this hot sh-t
ridin 26’s on the road to riches. b-tches blow me kisses
tried to tell em but they didn’t listen now they reminiscin’
cause they dissin, i bought ammunition for the opposition
you ain’t got no vision and you confused with no intuition
this b-tch so thick she can’t even fit her thong
i can’t consider pistol cause the clip is too long
she can’t inhale her smoke cause the reefa too strong
i know i was gon’ make it. won’t be broke for too long
b-tch i got my shoes i rock christian luves when i walk
money in my room i dont got no room in the vault
if you make the news f-ckin’ with my dudes thats your fault
tried to run he fell, should’ve tied his shoes before he walked
i gave that b-tch my number
even though i knew she would stalk
he say he the truth even when i knew he was false
actin like he hard even though i knew he was soft
i was sellin hard i know what to do with the soft
b-tch im livin large like im big pun in this b-tch
like some morphine, leave a n-gg- numb in this b-tch
big booty b-tch, i might put my thumb in her sh-t
switched ruger clips and i put a drum on that b-tch
b-tch im trynna put my paws on a bag like im santa clause
get all in her jaws, kick her out, and forget to call
n-gg- im a bear, you a dog. got a different claw
n-gg- you ain’t seen what i saw boy my vision raw
ridin 4 deep with that heat no drive out
we walk up, leave a n-gg- block chalked up
you k!ll one of mine we get our lick back, we need to sober up
i put my drop top in a paint shop, it need a close up
this b-tch lookin at me like wine she fine as h-ll
she wanna f-ck my watch well only time will tell
you broke as h-ll, in that cell, you can’t make your bail
we got pounds, we got bails, and they all for sale
sixes on my cutl-ss got me sittin’ tall as h-ll
a n-gg- press my b-ttons then you know we raisin h-ll
you wanna have my baby hoe you must be crazy as h-ll
get up and get some money boy yo’ -ss lazy as h-ll
ran up a quarter mill and i ain’t even got no deal
i rode with the steel and i dont even need no pill
you actin like you drill, you ain’t even in no field
even though im grown still ridin on big wheels
[outro:]
skrt , gang , gaaaang , gang , hhahahah , b-tch ,skrt ,skrt

- lud foe lyrics

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