Lud Foe - Lud Foe - Pretty Penny lyrics

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Lud Foe - Lud Foe - Pretty Penny lyrics

Skrt, outwest sh**, 290 sh** n***a you know how we rocking n***a, straight gang sh**, get yo guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp sh** get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay You playing with that merch, you f** around get robbed My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny These b**hes i got plenty, i already f**ed too many Baby, im a dope dealer, just let me know how many, im a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city Chopper beat a n***a up, they'll catch a uppercut, baby eat a n***a up, she catch a n***a nut, she says she want a date, i wanna f** her face First i look you up, then i find your place The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her, old school chevy, big box motor Lud foe take your b**h, he just my report, he say he don't f** with me and i don't even know him Bailed out that van, michael [?] bullets throwing You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these mother f**ers how to do it trill We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill f** the cops, get put in a box, you f** with the opps, selling rocks, pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeezing triggers, only lord knows, i did that alot f**ing thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not Balmains filled with 50 g's, b**h this sh** cost, dripping sauce, im big gucci boss, b**h im rick ross, hit the club, turn it up, b**h we broke the knob off, young n***a i got mob ties, imma mob boss Vicelord, gd's, bd's at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd's dont get wack now Foenem pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out Robbed the plug, finnessed the d**, then i ran out Hit the block, so [?] and guns, issa pa** out Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they a** out Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, i might pa** out I can't wife a b**h i just sell the drinks, and i smash out [?] fam you laying on your chest with your back out Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out We rob you for your d**, take it back to the trap house, GANG We rob you for your d**, take it back to the trap house

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