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letra de fucked up - lud foe

[intro]
ow wesson 290 sh-t b-tch, no hoods
no hoods part 2 b-tch you know how we rocking n-gg-
ow wesson 290 sh-t n-gg- you know how im rocking n-gg-
get yo’ guns up, get yo’ funs up
you on that opp sh-t, get mopped stiffed b-tch
aye

[verse 1]
man these n-gg-s got me f-cked up
boy you better get your bust up
you ain’t eating boy you f-cked up
we dont carry nunchucks, lays mayon make these b-tches love us
you say you with you but your nuncuffed
30’s on a truck bruh, wheels big like a school bust
give my hitman 10 grams he’ll shoot some
back on your head, you get did by a bro n-gg-
gutter wore with anybody we ain’t scared a no n-gg-
come inside we do drive by’s off the 4 wheeler
hit the blog dubble back, finna shoot some mow n-gg-s
i don’t like to talk about the sh-t so i show n-gg-s
they don’t look from in here i don’t even know n-gg-s
we runna in that n-gg- house
kit da dough , get the door
struck in the cut with my snuff nove foe for
if you don’t add no outter to your money plan it wocol
f-cked his hoe, but if you ask her name bet i won’t know
i just bought a new glock with a laser, and i keep that b-tch on my hip like a pager
new b-tch with some big lips like fantasia
when we catch you lackin’ won’t be no one there to save you
holes in you like a doughnut, bullets glaze you
she ain’t never seen this much money i amazed her
black n-gg- f-cking white hoes like im flavor
got so many acres that i don’t got no neighbors
ballin so d-mn hard like i play for the lakers
you not on your feet, pump fake for the fakers
b-tch im from chiraq where its k!llers and rapers
line his -ss up, leave a n-gg- with a taper
drinking henn, dope to the dome f-ck a chaser
she can run for president, i still won’t chase her
i’m still in that trap, at the table with my razor
i can’t take no shorts, and you can’t get no favors
ice around my neck, gold cuban cost 2 sum
run off with a n-gg- b-tch then i have a twosome
kick a n-gg- door down come back boosome
trap still open, in case a junkie wanna twosome
we drinking henny, give the margaritas to the eaters
we ride with heaters, you a follower im a leader
he’s a house n-gg-, family guy like peter
200 on the dash, b-tch i did the whole meter
i don’t love her, imma leave her cause i don’t need her
my new nina, very friendly who wanna meet her
she’s a cheater she’ll f-ck you then f-ck your people
lets have a threesome with 40 nina and desert eagle
[?]
and then we leave you in the bushes with all the beetles
im in the trap house serving junkies and shooting needles
you get down and lay down n-gg- like benny siegel

[outro]
f-cked up f-cked up
man these n-gg-s got me f-cked up
f-cked up f-cked up
man these n-gg-s got me f-cked up

- lud foe

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