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letra de wired - lud foe

f-ck these hoes, all these b-tches stale
boy you broke as h-ll
go to jail, you can’t make your bail
so you will probably tell
pop a flat, now i’m high as h-ll
i feel like ezel
war time, better not come outside
i shoot packs of steel
hardbody, only been a month
i’m already healed
how you feel? jewelry cold as h-ll
but i ain’t got no chill
i’m so high i don’t wanna sign with no record deal
i’m so high i ain’t coming down, i don’t like how it feel
you broke -ss n-gg-s make me sick, throw up
you broke, then you need fix it, get your dough up
got knots that don’t fold up for sh-t, b-tch!
b-tch i’m hotter than some lava, but i’m cold as it gets
don’t worry bout me, n-gg- worry bout your b-tch
she was staring at my whip, my rims blew her a kiss
i’m jordan, michael with this sniper rifle
i just won’t miss
don’t know the time these vvs’s h-tting check out my wrist
a lot of f-cking junkies in the traphouse
don’t gamble with your life cuz you’ll cr-p out
tell foenem bring the mac out
if you run they blow ya back out
i f-cked her from the back
and f-cked around and pulled her track out
i’m in the old school dunk, i should name it jerry stackhouse
big bank lil bank, he couldn’t even pull a stack out
and b-tch if i was the president, i’ll turn it into a black house
my clip longer than a movie if you n-gg-s wanna act out
i wake up in the morning its a p-ss out
b-tch i’m trailling sand up in my castle
n-gg- i don’t box and i don’t wrestle
up my .40 cal and make it smack you
b-tches let me f-ck em with no h-ssle
we throw bullets, but these bullets tackle
i drowned that b-tch with crystal
told her gargle
she couldn’t take it, so she spit it out, and lost her marbles
you won’t make it in this battlefield
you’s a tattle tale
take my b-tch and dress her in chanel now she fly as h-ll
n-gg- we got pounds, we got bales and this sh-t for sale
baggin dope, still got residue in my f-cking nail
weight it up, put it on that thang
i done broke the scale
foreign trucks, sitting on them thangs
sitting high as h-ll
heard the breath under my hood
i done broke the wheel
get my roll on, that’s a big tymer of a pill
when i was a shorty yeah they called me lil wheel
b-tch i always knew i was gonna ball like little bill
i went blind, i couldn’t tell the time
but my diamonds real
red b-tch, she got s-x appeal, red bottom heels

- lud foe

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