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letra de 2 da money - lud foe

i gave this li 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 [?] on it
im a dog on every beat i leave fleas on it
my pistol like a lemon boy dont make me squeeze on ya
if that chick ain’t no stripper i ain’t throwin cheese on her
im so cold i might leave you froze if i sneeze on you
if do blow then bring me yo nose
out here sellin blow
ran out of baggage so i told my hoes just go to the store
chopper left him with a bald head, buddy 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
[?] 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 on me kissin
tried to tell em but they didn’t listen now they reminiscin’
[?], i bought ammunition for the opposition
you ain’t got no b-tch and you confused with no intuition
b-tch so thick she can’t even fit her thong
i can’t [?] the pistol cause the clip is too long
she can’t inhale her smoke cause the reefer 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, shoulda tied before he walked
gave that b-tch my number
even though i knew she would stalk me
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 [?] in this b-tch
[?] 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 him 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
[?] 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 but only time will tell
you broke as h-ll, in that cell, you can’t make your bail
we got pounds, we got [?], and they all for sale
[?] on my [?] 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

gang gaaannngggg gang hahaha b-tch skrr

- lud foe

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