lirik lagu lud foe - puffy
[chorus]
feel like puffy, feel like b.i.g
feel like ray charles, n-ggas ain’t seein’ me
f-ck your homie, he dead, b-tch i’m in a brand new bentley
and i ain’t lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon’ see me
feel like puffy, feel like b.i.g
feel like ray charles, n-ggas ain’t seein’ me
f-ck your homie, he dead, b-tch i’m in a brand new bentley
and i ain’t lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon’ see me
[verse 1]
n-ggas p-ssy
2k18, k!ll a n-gga, you a rookie
i aim at your head, try to knock it off, if god was with you ,you lucky (lucky b-tch)
i dare any n-gga touch me, i got shooters on payroll
i leave your -ss with a halo, b-tch i got bread like a bagel
i be rollin’ off pills, i be higher than fabo
f-ckin’ your b-tch on her new kitchen table
i pull out and bust a nut on her navel, ayy
he say he gon’ shoot when he see me
i hope he know i’m goin’ out with a bang
she suck my d-ck and i grip on her bangs
she ain’t never even tell me her name, ayy
oh she want some fame? oh she want some fame?
f-ck you on live, p-ss you to the gang
you ain’t ’bout that action, just stay in your lane
you diss on my name, oh you want some clout?
we run in your house, put gun in your mouth
we k!llin’ every living thing in your house, uh
i got some shooters out west, uh
i got some shooters out south
watch what you say and get hit in your mouth
she mumblin’, she got my d-ck in her mouth
you ain’t a street n-gga so how can i vouch you?
huh, my b-tch got a gun in her pouch
and it’s four-five, bullets like your size
f-ck with me wrong and i’m spittin’ ’em out
[chorus]
feel like puffy, feel like b.i.g
feel like ray charles, n-ggas ain’t seein’ me
f-ck your homie, he dead, b-tch i’m in a brand new bentley
and i ain’t lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon’ see me
feel like puffy, feel like b.i.g
feel like ray charles, n-ggas ain’t seein’ me
f-ck your homie, he dead, b-tch i’m in a brand new bentley
and i ain’t lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon’ see me
[verse 2]
i put a bag on a n-gga
pull up in a truck with a bag full of n-ggas
jim carey, pull up in a mask on a n-gga
i’m trigger happy, i’ll blast on a n-gga
i tell kid turn up the tempo
red beam lookin’ just like a pimple
i put this red beam on your temple
clip so big, can’t fit out the window
b-tch so thick, can’t fit in her leg hole
i know some gd’s stackin’ like legos
i’m ’bout the money, i’m ’bout the dinero
outwest 290, b-tch i’m from the ghetto
drop your location, pop up like eggos
get hit with a bow and arrow
gucci cape, clark kent, i’m a superhero
sixty-nine with your b-tch, call me rey mysterio
all these rappers scared of me ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ weirdo
i pop pills and drink henny, i don’t sip no beer though
and you ain’t gotta go home b-tch but you gotta get out of here though
[chorus]
feel like puffy, feel like b.i.g
feel like ray charles, n-ggas ain’t seein’ me
f-ck your homie, he dead, b-tch i’m in a brand new bentley
and i ain’t lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon’ see me
feel like puffy, feel like b.i.g
feel like ray charles, n-ggas ain’t seein’ me
f-ck your homie, he dead, b-tch i’m in a brand new bentley
and i ain’t lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon’ see me
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