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letra de composure - lud foe

[intro: lud foe]
skrr, skrr, skrr
(dy krazy)
skrr, skrr, skrr
gang, b-tch
gang, gang

[chorus: lud foe]
you f-cking with me, that’s gon’ cause you some commotion
i’m getting sick and tired of keeping my composure
i buy a foreign car and drive it like i stole it
got all this money with me, people think i growed it
them chopper bullets hit his whip, that b-tch exploded
from all my glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded
still got that draco just in case you think i sold it
i’m a hot n-gga but all my b-tches be the coldest

[verse 1: lud foe]
old lady keep looking out the window, this b-tch nosy
we cut your fingers off and send your mama roses
i heard the feds was taking pictures so i’m posing
i got all my jewelry on in this b-tch, i’m feeling frozen
p-ssy n-ggas hating tryna knock me off my focus
pulled up in a foreign car, your boyfriеnd drive a focus
we f-ck around and poke you if you acting likе you holding
i just sent my lil’ ho to the store to get some trojans
these p-ssy n-ggas think twice, ’cause they know they ass don’t live that life
the police read me my rights, i ain’t going to court, i’m booking a flight
b-tch, i clean up nice, these givenchy shoes, these ain’t no mikes
f-ck around and lose your life dissing on the internet for life
[chorus: lud foe]
you f-cking with me, that’s gon’ cause you some commotion
i’m getting sick and tired of keeping my composure
i buy a foreign car and drive it like i stole it
got all this money with me, people think i growed it
them chopper bullets hit his whip, that b-tch exploded
from all my glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded
still got that draco just in case you think i sold it
i’m a hot n-gga but all my b-tches be the coldest

[verse 2: lil durk]
(yeah)
what n-gga say i ain’t got it?
first day popping, i done turned to an addict
f-ck old n-ggas who told on my daddy
served same time when i spend on my patek
glock with a switch and it came with a titty
got it on my own, you ain’t come with a pendant
a k!ller, i look in the mirror
i’m rocking amiri apparel
f-cked a rich b-tch for a nickle
i ran a few times with the [?]
knew a crip in cali’, he crippled
n-ggas said that he told just a little
if you get too big, they’ll k!ll you
when you speak that pain, they’ll feel you
tried to give me ten years for a pistol
take five, just meet me in the middle
pass me an opp wood and light it
took the h-llcat, slide 290
better keep your gun, they sliding
i put my b-tch on the private
n-gga better duck [?] diamonds
in the trenches, i hang with the lions
pull out your bl!cky, no fighting, yeah
[chorus: lud foe]
you f-cking with me, that’s gon’ cause you some commotion
i’m getting sick and tired of keeping my composure
i buy a foreign car and drive it like i stole it
got all this money with me, people think i growed it
them chopper bullets hit his whip, that b-tch exploded
from all my glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded
still got that draco just in case you think i sold it
i’m a hot n-gga but all my b-tches be the coldest

- lud foe

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