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lirik lagu lud foe - heat

[intro]
lud foe, boochie gang b-tch!
you know how i’m rockin’ b-tch
b-tch! no hooks!
get yo guns up, get yo funds up! you on that opp sh-t get mopstick, b-tch!

[verse]
p-ssy n-gg- watch ya’ mouth when you talkin’ bout’ me
you gon’ make me send them killa’s in ya’ house while you sleep b-tch
cause’ n-gg-s always wanna rap beef
you might find em’ on the internet, won’t find them in the streets
if you looking for me n-gg- you can find me with my heat
run and real, too deep, its just me and my heat
got a hundred shot tricka’ on the p-ssenger seat
get a n-gg- off the streets, hit em with the street sweep
i heard you ain’t getting no money so you mad at me
and they way i play the game you think i got a cheat sheet
say she gon’ put it on me guess she tried to warn me
suck me clean like some bleach, that lil’ b-tch a neat freak
i got a lot of n-gg-s hating on me but i like it though
i see my future already but i’m not a psychic though
put my mask on now look like micheal myers hoe
and if we talking hoes n-gg- i gon’ f-cked alot of those
b-tch, i’m riding 26s rims big so i make big turns
f-ck with me and foe nem’ at yo head like some side burns
that hot sh-t, like you katt williams give you high perms
b-tch, i grinded til’ it was my time now its my turn
when i was trappin’ n-gg- i sold more weed than big worm
if you ain’t talkin’ bout’ no cheese then i’m not concerned
i’m a young street n-gg- and i be with them
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s, they be beggin’ like felicia nem’
foe nem’ knock the top off his bottle, margarita him
big booty hoes, stripper b-tches, yeah i freak with them
i just f-ck em once and kick em out, i can’t sleep with them
n-gg-s tried to ride my wave thought that i wasn’t peepin’ them
catch em late at night, up these pipes, grim reaper him
b-tches always tryin’ to talk a n-gg- into keepin’ them
old school chevy paint wet, b-tch its candy red
see the ginger bread man and we might rob him for his ginger bread
since i’m up, b-tches suck me up like some lemon heads
monkey see, monkey do, simon says, music chairs
see me do some dirt boy you better not mention that
these bullets come with pain but ain’t no tellin’ where you feel em at
i keep big bank rolls and i ain’t pocket pinchin’ that
i got a stash, count the money, make it stand up where the ceilin’ at
i hit you quick with this banana clip, then i peel it back
its a panoramic roof, gave my dealer the ceiling back
you f-cking up, say he cuttin’ up, but where his scissors at
millionaire baby paper chasin’, where the billions at
the real killa’s and the dealers know that you a p-ssy cat
got the super soaker, can’t wait to get ya’ p-ssy wet
i met this b-tch today and i’m already smashin that
she a big booty b-tch but i f-ck two b-tches right after that
my watch a beast, its a freak, its a hoe catcher
hit the club we 100 deep like some protesters
pockets fat like that fat n-gg- nutty professor
that’s his b-tch but i just stretched her out like a bowflexer
i work out on the stove lifting pots like a bench presser
whippin’ strong, i get in the zone with the arm and hammer
who the f-ck this knocking at my do’?
its a dope fiend
say he want a deuce but he only had 15
cold hearted young n-gg-, i was only 15
remy’s running round but i still had big dreams
say she wanna settle down but i don’t know what that sh-t mean
keep ya’ heart to yourself, b-tch i don’t need you to love me
keep ya’ hands by ya’ side, b-tch i don’t want you to hug me
only know who turn it be cause only god can judge me
this n-gg- lookin’ at me, what f-ck he keep on lookin’ fo’
make me cut ya’ fingers off if i catch you in my cookie bowl
i started off selling dope, didn’t know how to cook it though
yeah, a fool with the wrist
water whippin’, make you think i went to school for this sh-t
dope finger lickin’, make a junkie drool for this sh-t
got a pack money and bought a tool with the sh-t
put it in my bookbag and went to school with the b-tch
just so i can have an automatic fully for a bully
you gon’ take my lunch money always wished a n-gg- pulled it
i’ll make it come in j color when i’m throwin’ bullets
rest in peace homes
did alot of sh-t i will never speak on
call my n-gg-s if i ever need someone to reach on
love them old heads cause they always get they preach on
i’m a dog, she a dog, cause i put a leash on her
smoking cookie out the zippy smell like real fareek on me [?]
hit the dealer cop a foreign n-gg-, ain’t no leasing on it
don’t even know which one i wanna buy, too hard to decide
wanna buy em’ all, what i want, d-mn i forgot
got no time to wrestle with you n-gg-s, i don’t like the box
rather be up in a cell than laying in a box
remember i was on the corner, i had rocks in my socks
beat a n-gg- -ss, watch my whole gang rush ya’
b-tch i’m f-cking with ya’ feelings, let my whole gang f-ck ya’
young n-gg- in the field, gucci cleats on
i’m a street n-gg- so you know i put the streets on
n-gg- playing with his motherf-cking life, must not want it n-gg-
better use ya’ head before i put some bread on it
since you sleepin’ on me, i’ma put ya death bed on it
trap filled with bunk beds, fruit meth heads on it
i switched lines cause i think the atf feds on me
pull up, got my trunk bangin’ and my trap house bungin’
n-gg-s failure, i’m the teacher, i be flunkin’ n-gg-s
they be jealous, make me wish i never had to f-ck with n-gg-s
glad i seen it early, now i don’t got to be stuck with n-gg-s
think i’m marshawn lynch the way that i be trucking n-gg-s

[outro]
gang, gang, b-tch, gang gang!
outwest 290 sh-t n-gg-
no hooks, gang!
ysn, young street n-gg-s
skrr[x5]

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