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letra de suicide - lud foe

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[verse]

ion feel that n-gg-, he don’t feel hisself
when we get on his -ss make a f-ck n-gg- kill hisself
i got that thang on me, i just let it hang out
a n-gg- run up on me wrong, its gon’ be a bang out
im a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out
i be on that hot sh-t, bring the propaine out
i put some honey on a snow bunny
then i send her on the road just to hold for me
come [?] lil b-tch, i need some more money
i got money growing roofs, yeah thats old money
im ridin’ big whips they call me lil wheel
and you know i keep a tool like im ’bout the bill
late night, war time, bring them thangs out
make a f-ck n-gg- blow his own brains out
make a f-ck n-gg- ask his own name out
they was sleepin’ on me when them f-ckers[?] came out
they tryna see how far go from where i came now
these rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now
we a turn a n-gg- house to a hunnid house
ain’t n-body paid no food in my momma house
i was all on my own, [?] helped me out
i heard you gettin’ a lil money but you runnin’ out
think it was funny then, do you think its funny now?
if you ain’t hear me comin’, can you hear me comin’ now?
we pull up on your -ss, dont be runnin’ out
european -ss clip, ain’t runnin’ out
ridin’ european -ss whips i brought the fourgis out
these hoes like a n-gg- swag, im havin’ orgys now
i jumped off that porch at a early age
f-ck around and lose your life, actin’ too brave
bad boy, i done felt my daddy 12 gauge
with the juvenile, i got out on a rampage
b-tch im too cut, might need bandage
w-ssup with all these n-gg-s tryna throw shade?
all i see is blue cheese through these new shades
you still on that old sh-t, im on a new page
i be dodging all the hoes, i need a new case
im ridin’ in that big body, i need two lanes
you think im rob [?], got so many chips
you think i was a slave, got so many whips
you think i was [?], got so many dips
gun so big, can even fit on my hip
hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin’
if we can’t get in with the glock, we parkin’ lot pimpin’
she like my pimp walk, she like the way im livin’
i can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention
im out west 290 n-gg- mind your business
how the f-ck is them your n-gg-s if you in competetion?
how the f-ck is you a killer if you ain’t kill the witness?
already know im blowin’ up you, just at back, a witness
f-ck around make me send my shortys on a mission
i lost my uncle boochie and im still trippin’
i guess that be the reason why im still sippin’
you get killed for your chips n-gg- now im dippin’
long nose 45, scottie pippen
alotta bodies on that b-tch and we still drillin’
you a beginner, you a pretender, im a sinner
[?] -ss n-gg-
we ride forgies out, these bad hoes adore me
young n-gg-, i lost my mind when i was a shorty
i just put some new bullets in a old forty
and if he holdin’ on that work we a poke shorty
like he was a backwood, we a smoke shorty
and h-ll nah, we ain’t friendly, i dont know shorty
i got alotta shortys that a blow for me
so dont say what you dont mean if you ain’t know nun’
this b-tch keep on yellin’ out smoke some
i told that b-tch to bend it over, let me poke some
if the police sn-tch me up, i dont know nun’
and lock me in im boundin’ out, that ain’t no money
you comedian -ss n-gg-, you think you so funny
so many carats in my chain, i attrac bunnys
flow like a b-mble bee, i attrack the hunnys
i rob the plug, now we got the trap house jumpin’
we beat down your door like jehova witness
i drive a old-school like its in your city
i try to tell these f-ck n-gg-s, they ain’t wanna listen
ain’t gon’ be satisfied until some body end up missin’
im ysn b-tch, young street n-gg-
how you leave your homie and you ain’t got your heat with ya
if you ain’t get no money i dont wanna meet with ya
you ain’t a real n-gg- i dont wanna eat with ya
im a cold-hearted n-gg-, i might let that heat hit ya
my momma always told me, son dont let them streets get ya
already too late, ‘cus im a street n-gg-
turn your location on, we can meet n-gg-
ion rap beef, i leave it in the streets n-gg-
and you dont clap heat, you just a wannabe n-gg-

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