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letra de kill sum - lud foe

[intro]
we ridin’, we slidin’, we ridin’, we slidin’
we ridin’, we slidin’, we ridin’, we slidin’

[verse 1]
they say you can’t k!ll what you don’t see
they lied, cause its money on yo head, so we gon’ see
i got dope for the blow tooters, we got rugers
we do drivebys off scooters, all of us ruthless
i pistol whip him dead in his mouth, now he all toothless
if ya opps don’t k!ll you first, then we gon do it
watcha pull ya gun out for, if you ain’t gon use it
you can gamble with yo life, and you gon lose it
issa million ways you could, ima let you choose it
even though i know that i’m hard, i’m still gon prove it
you think you can f-ck with me, you stuck on stupid
b-tch, i’d rather f-ck a check, you keep that coochie
b-tch, i feel like b.i.g, cause my sweater coogi
b-tch i pop up out the cut like a horror movie
f-ckin b-tches everyday, issa p-rno movie
i go to sleep on a hoe like a borin movie
b-tch i feel like i’m bob the builder, with this big ol’ toolie
that n-gga hatin cause he broke, he a big ol’ goofy
put a hole in his head like a brand new koofie
homicide, red tape, wet him like jacuzzi
you play p-ssy and get f-cked like a big ol’ coochie
bankrolls in my robyns, this a big ol’ oohcie
i a catch a body, ion need no molly
i’m a hitter by myself, ion need n0body

[hook]
p-ssy n-gga k!ll sumn, n-gga, drill sumn
i go broke, ima steal sumn, ima steal sumn
and that money, its gon still come, i get income
all my shooters love to paint sh-t, they’ll peel sumn (2x)

[verse 2]
i done felt so much pain, ion feel nun
you ain’t starve with me, you can’t eat with me when that meal come
i’ll be the reason that yo doctor have to heal sumn
i’m gon do it by myself, i know you gon tell sumn
feelin like the plumber man, n-gga i a nail sumn
and if ya talk the right price, i just might sell sumn
yo money change slow, it look like a snail comin
bullets rain on the top of yo head like hale comin
f-cked his hoe, got her stuck to the bed, she still c-minn
i’m rockin shows, soon as i hit the stage they yell for me
she gon take the wave, yea, that b-tch gon go to jail for me
they won’t get a day up out her, she know i got bail money
i’m cookin dope, mama walk in the kitchen, she smell sumn
i call my shorties, they pull up in them vans, and bail for me
might be a check, i don’t need you to open my mail for me
you disrespect, b-tch i’m squeezing this tec at everybody

- lud foe

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