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letra de lose me - lud foe

[verse 1: lud foe]
pull up with a chopper
let it off, sound like a helicopter
by the end of the night i done caught three bodies with one pipe
b-tch i’m strapped like a dyk-
n-gga better act like you got one life
catch you in the street, hope you got your heat
’cause i’m tryna have a gun fight
send a hit in jail, i’ma send a kite
get shanked with a butcher knife
we young street n-ggas, so don’t f-ck with us
unless you got plans of losing your life
i really rob n-ggas, so don’t come around me
if you don’t want to get poked for your ice
my new b-tch got an -ss, it’s nice
so every night i gotta smash it twice
i sprained my ankle on a kick door
but i still hit the l!ck though
i ain’t stuntin’ on her skinny -ss
i’m tryna f-ck me a thick ho
you say you gon’ get your homie l!ck back
n-gga you ain’t do sh-t though
bullets so big in the clip, you wouldn’t even think it’d fit though
that’s a four-five with extendo
hang out the roof while i shoot out the window
play that b-tch like nintendo
b-tch i’m outside, but i’m smokin on indo, ayy
these vvs diamonds water, flip a brick like a quarter
n-gga come and place your order
took a broke n-gga b-tch ’cause he couldn’t afford her, ayy
i left my jewelry in a cooler, do a hit on a scooter
if you don’t wanna get hit p-ssy n-gga
better get out the way like luda
we glizzy gang, f-ck a ruger
b-tch i hang around with shooters
say you wanna box, get put in a box
n-gga i can fight but i’d rather shoot you

[chorus: lud foe]
you not a winner, you a loser, huh
i’m a paraphernalia user, huh
she let me hit it, i’ma bruise her, huh
i’m a foreign whip cruising, cruising
extended clip in the uzi, huh
b-tch i’m finna shoot a movie, huh
f-ck the judge, i ain’t going to court
’cause all she wanna do is lose me, lose me
you not a winner, you a loser, huh
i’m a paraphernalia user, huh
she let me hit it, i’ma bruise her, huh
i’m a foreign whip cruising, cruising
extended clip in the uzi, huh
b-tch i’m finna shoot a movie, huh
f-ck the judge, i ain’t going to court
’cause all she wanna do is lose me, lose me

[verse 2: sg batman]
we ain’t never squash no beef
let sh-t be what it is
these lil n-ggas just rap and they ain’t never clapped a n-gga
they ain’t did no bid
i got n-ggas in the trenches, they gon’ stand on that business
mac-11 get to spittin’, n-gga jumping over fences
redman, we ain’t missing n-gga, ayy
ain’t no n-gga i hang with innocent, all my n-ggas menaces
ain’t no n-gga running up on me period, we gon’ tie him up and k!ll him
madison that’s where i been at, b-tch that’s where i’m at the most
i ain’t running, on my soul i’ma let off this load, n-gga
run up on me you a dumb-ss, i let this gun blast all in your face
front you a whole and one half
cut in you one half, f-cking around with my cake
told my n-ggas if you gotta k!ll a n-gga do what you gotta do
i’m a real k!ller, hang with real k!llers
you just a n-gga with an att-tude, ayy

- lud foe

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