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letra de lud foe- mask - lud foe

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they put me on house arrest went on a run and cut the band
bag on your head i want him dead fore i land
f-ck that n-gga he dead for some sh-t he shouldn’t have said
every n-gga in this van got a gun in they hand
figure i’ll go back to the trenches just to stock up on this lead
still will confiscate on an opp but still not putting on no vest]
i still pop up the cut quick and get right on your ass
im fresh up off a hit i got gun powder on my mask
can’t give no n-gga no pass and i can’t give no b-tch no cash
when it comes to that bag imma always put her last
these hoes be at my show showing them titties and throwing they ass
i can’t wife no striffe f-ck that b-tch ain’t going outside

n-gga what you got now? ion givе a f-ck bout what you had
as long as you still on your hustle all them hard times gonе pass
just put 100 k away just for today by the grass
tired of hearing this bullsh-t music you n-ggas force it like a task
b-tch with me at mall she bad she mad i made her hold my bag
cops get behind this b-tch i smash the gas she wiggling all her ass
imma be in la they going to school tired of getting off all these bags
my car robotic im smoking exotic these backwoods hit like hash
one n-gga died now the block look dry n0body coming outside
glock with a switch f-cking the trigg im tapping this b-tch like wise
feet kicked up with a bad b-tch feeding me grapes i feel like (?)
you ain’t really bout that life you on the mic you tell them lies
they ain’t wanna f-ck with me when i was at my low now im at my high
my paint wet put to the car wash make them put (??) on my tires
you would think i got my dealership’s licence im always getting rides
bad b-tch on the passenger side she wet rubbing between her thighs
im chocking her out im pulling her tracks im f-cking her till she tired
f-ck n-gga better save some room in your back pocket for that price
vellanos big as h-ll so alll my turns they be wide
she say put it wherever you want its fine just nut on my hair my eyes
phone know yall, im shooting this b-tch on the side like old dog
my diamonds dancing ice on me like i got hit with a snowball
boy this b-tch too fast i smashed the gas iot gives me whiplash
these n-ggas dying b-tch we be hunting like some lions
i carried your b-tch with the stiff on like i wanna (?)
the way these hoes do whatever i say you think my name is simon
we shave n-ggas up we bring the tape they want the opps aligment
ain’t got no plaque but in the hood my sh-t went diamond
i lost my f-cking mind i went through some phases trying to find it
i made a way i took a break this sh-t is still behind me
im one of the finest this blow so strong it f-ck up your sinus
the smoke in the air i bring the usual you ain’t even gotta come and find me
im riding with k!llers and no security in that black truck behind me
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- lud foe

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