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lirik lagu lud foe – hit a lick

[intro]
ayy, gang
turn the mic up
gang, gang, gang
out west 290 sh-t
ayy, gang

[verse 1]
ayy, ayy, i just hit another l!ck, i just took a n-gga b-tch, ayy, ayy
i don’t want her though
remember trapping up on the corner though
i wasn’t selling no marijuana though
talking ’bout guns, we got a lot of those
i had a forty up in my backpack
packing those since i was a snotty nose, ayy, ayy
i just hit another l!ck, i just took a n-gga sh-t, ayy, ayy
a n-gga acting like he hard, we all knew he was a b-tch, ayy, ayy
let me take another sip, i’m ’bout to take another trip, ayy, ayy
four-five with the grip, i put it right up to his lips, ayy, ayy
b-tches f-cking for the fame and y’all hoes should be shamed
headshots for a lame, he shouldn’t have mentioned my name
i’m riding ’round in that thang, roof back in the rain
i done sold a lot of ‘caine, yeah i done did a lot of thangs
f-ck with me and you’ll pay for it
i f-cked her but i didn’t pay for it
a lot of n-ggas just talk murder
but we slide like a skateboard
you want a verse? bring ten k
i might give you a eight for it
she sucked my d-ck on the first date
the b-tch said she had a taste for it
i hit the lot and copped a lamborghini
now i’m like who wanna race for it?
if i like your jewelry then give it up
or you might get shot in your face for it
a lot of you n-ggas ain’t keeping up
they gon’ need a quicker pace for us
i’m in chiraq with the gangsters
i’m in chiraq with the vicelords

[chorus]
i might cop me some gucci, i might cop me some louis
i might cop me an uzi, i might shoot me a movie
i might f-ck me a groupie, i might cop her a booty
i might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy
i might cop me some gucci, i might cop me some louis
i might cop me an uzi, i might shoot me a movie
i might f-ck me a groupie, i might cop her a booty
i might purchase your life, if you take me for a goofy

[verse 2]
i might rob the sh-t one of these n-ggas
smack the sh-t out one of these b-tches
know you see me riding in that bentley
custom forgis, sittin’ on sixes
tryna keep from ’round you snitches
so we ain’t gotta worry ’bout giving you st-tches
she ain’t gotta worry ’bout calling me back
’cause i blocked her number soon as i hit it
he ain’t gotta worry ’bout getting this back
ran off on the plug as soon as i get it
f-ck n-gga you ain’t did what i did
can’t walk in my shoes, n-gga you don’t fit it
kunta kinte, i got whips, chips with the dip, sl!ck talk make a b-tch strip
roll right off my hip, the five point seven blue tips go straight through your whip
i gotta roll the weed out the pound
’cause baby girl i’m a big dog, we ain’t smoking no zip
them n-ggas ain’t dumping no clip
and they don’t never ever ride around with no heat in they whip the n-gga tried run but he fell
now they got forensics on the sidewalk picking up sh-lls
these hoes know my name ring bells
want me and my dog, flip a coin, heads or tails, gang

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