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letra de duffle - lud foe

[intro]
knock you n-ggas d-ck in the dirt
lambos, raris, all that sh-t
mclarens, bentleys, rolls royce, all that sh-t
and i’m left writing my sh-t when i’m high on pills
that sh-t broke off

[verse]
she suck my d-ck with her eyes closed, like she blindfold
laffy taffy vvs’s look like rainbows
n-ggas wear the same clothes, b-tch i changed those
fifty thousand engine on a thousand, f-ck a range rover
shout out to my plug, send me bricks on a banana boat
shout out to your ho, kiss my sh-t with no camel toe
designer for my fashion, i look fly but i ain’t matchin tho
smokin’ gas out this opp pack, come and match it ho
you don’t duck then you f-cked, off wit’ yo f-ckin’ head
she ain’t suckin d-ck, then might off wit’ her f-ckin’ head
tell the waiter bring me some cheese wit’ a side of bread
i ran up my check like ben frank come early
lambo’ and ferrari, though it’s a spiderweb
you think you a shooter? don’t get k!lled like cornbread
balmain filled with blue cheese cause i’m born fed
white b-tch called, wanna hit, gimme noodle heads
gucci shoes on my feet, b-tch you got on pro-keds
we shoot to k!ll b-tch, we aim at foreheads
pilot in my trap house, i ain’t had no bed
rap beef, meet me in the skreets we gon’ bump heads
stomp you in some christian loubs, leave you with a red head
n-ggas sleep on me but i’m on top like a bunk bed
put your mouth to use, suck it loose like it’s superhead
chopper number two, don’t get filled wit’ a bunch of lead
i give foenem that green light
don’t be surprised if somebody die tonight
if i want a n-gga dead, i might k!ll ’em by myself
sneak dissin me’, you dead boy that’s bad for your health
never shoot for a n-gga who won’t shoot for himself
first 48, get in that room and tell on yourself
unlimited gucci shoes, stack ’em tall on the shelf
b-tch you doing too much, girl don’t flood on yourself
i’m a rich n-gga b-tch, i take care of myself
d-d-d-do it by my lonely, i know i won’t tell on myself
gun on my belt, swimming in some p-ssy, michael phelps
better call for help if don’t wanna feel what he felt
bullets make you melt, better play the cards you was dealt
i get that money and i spend that sh-t real fast
i’m tryna nut so i f-cked that b-tch real fast
my b-tch thick as h-ll, she ain’t got no real ass
a hunnid racks in the stash and it’s real cash
i’m seein’ dead bodies, i just had a back flash
black gloves, black fit wit’ the black mask
big black .45 for yo black ass
we heard you dissin’ in em songs wit’ yo wack ass
i make her roll her own weed, b-tch i don’t pass
i’m on my way to get that cheese, i’m a rufflehead
don’t make me drop a bag on your dome, i’m a duffle head

- lud foe

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