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letra de lil nigga - lud foe

[intro]
gang
skrt, skrt, skrt
grrah b-tch
aye, foenem
gang, gang, b-tch

[chorus]
your next move be your best move (shoot lil’ n-gga)
you wanna tote pipes but you scared to (shoot lil’ n-gga)
run in your house lead me to that stack (‘fore i shoot lil’ n-gga)
you make the wrong move that’s your ass (we gon’ shoot lil’ n-gga)
came barefaced mother f-ck a mask (what it do lil’ n-gga)
tryna’ shake my hand but i don’t know his ass (who the f-ck is you lil’ n-gga)
your jewelry fake worry bout that trash (that sh-t foo’ lil’ n-gga)
the feds on me tell em’ kiss my ass (outwest sh-t)

[verse 1 – lud foe]
we hit the club, b-tch we got the mag
we hit the mall where all of em [?] (that’s what we do lil’ n-gga)
your b-tch called no answer she get mad (your b-tch blue lil’ n-gga)
i’m racing stopping traffic in that jag (let me thru lil’ n-gga)
you flodging stealin clothes boy that sh-t sad (that’s what you do lil’ n-gga?)
i call my plug i need 100 packs (send that sh-t thru lil’ n-gga)
i’m outwest, rolling off a flat (i’m off a deuce lil’ n-gga)
i’m outwest, totin on this mac (grrahh, grrah, got my tool lil’ n-gga)
talking smack he better watch his back (coming thru lil’ n-gga)
he talking cash but his pockets flat
i stomp a n-gga leave his body flat (on my mother f-ckin boots lil’ n-gga)
he wifin bummy hoes why they do that? (you front your move lil’ n-gga)
[?] i hit hoes from the back (i’m running thru them b-tches)
i’m off some xanax i mix it with the flats (i’m running thru them b-tches)
motherf-cking jewelry look like lemonade (i’m shinin’)
put ecstasy all up in my gatorade
[chorus]
your next move be your best move (shoot lil n-gga)
you wanna tote pipes but you scared to (shoot lil’ n-gga)
run in your house lead me to that stack (‘fore i shoot lil’ n-gga)
you make the wrong move that’s your ass (we gon’ shoot lil’ n-gga)
came barefaced mother f-ck a mask (what it do lil’ n-gga)
tryna’ shake my hand but i don’t know his ass (who the f-ck is you lil’ n-gga)
your jewelry fake worry bout that trash (that sh-t foo’ lil’ n-gga)
the feds on me tell em’ kiss my ass (outwest sh-t)

[verse 2 – sg batman]
seen an opp in traffic hopped out then we threw them b-tches
always talk bout poppin pills b-tch i really do them b-tches
choppa smoke a n-gga block, barbecue them b-tches
these lil’ n-ggas tryin to steal my style, i should sue them b-tches
off the sh-ts i’m on a mission
.40 shoot with good precision
b-tch i went from rags to riches
ain’t no thots up in my kitchen
b-tch get out i’m water whippin
purple sippin green count
choppa’s rip his brain out
shorty leakin like a fountain
i hang with murderers and burglars (don’t do it)
“we ain’t known in these streets” i know you n-ggas heard of us
ain’t no lackin b-tch we gotta keep our hammer tucked
imma big dawg b-tch to me you n-ggas amateurs
b-tch imma star take a look at my wrist
my diamonds is yellow is looking like p-ss
foenem got choppas and sh-t
i be with robbers and sh-t (grrah, grrah)
we always startin’ some sh-t
cause’ we always poppin’ some sh-t
i always with robbers n sh-t cause we always coppin’ some sh-t
gang gang
[chorus]
your next move be your best move (shoot lil n-gga)
you wanna tote pipes but you scared to (shoot lil’ n-gga)
run in your house lead me to that stack (‘fore i shoot lil’ n-gga)
you make the wrong move that’s your ass (we gon’ shoot lil’ n-gga)
came barefaced mother f-ck a mask (what it do lil’ n-gga)
tryna’ shake my hand but i don’t know his ass (who the f-ck is you lil’ n-gga)
your jewelry fake worry bout that trash (that sh-t foo’ lil’ n-gga)
the feds on me tell em’ kiss my ass (outwest sh-t)

- lud foe

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