Lud Foe - Suicide (Fixed) lyrics

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Lud Foe - Suicide (Fixed) lyrics

[Verse] I don't feel that n***a, he don't feel himself When we get on his a** make a f** n***a k** himself I got that thang on me, i just let it hang out A n***a run up on me wrong, its gon' be a bang out Im a drug dealer, bring the c**aine out I be on that hot sh**, bring the propaine out I pour some honey on a snow bunny Then i send her on the road just to hold for me Come with shorts lil b**h, i need some more money I got money growing roots, yeah thats old money Im ridin' big whips they call me lil wheel And you know i keep a tool like im bob the builder Late night, war time, bring them thangs out Make a f** n***a blow his own brains out Make a f** n***a "X" his own name out They was sleepin' on me when i first came out They tryna see how far go from where i came now These rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now We'll turn a n***a house to a haunted house Ain't nobody put no food in my momma house I was all on my own, kidd helped me out I heard you gettin' a lil money but you runnin' out Thought it was funny then, do you think its funny now? If you ain't hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now? We pull up on your a**, dont be runnin' out European a** clip, ain't runnin' out Ridin' european a** whips i brought the 40's out These hoes like a n***a swag, im havin' orgies now I jumped off that porch at a early age f** around and lose your life, actin' too brave Bad boy, i done felt my daddy 12 gauge With the juvenile, i got out on a rampage b**h im too cut, might need bandades Wa**up with all these n***as tryna throw shade? All i see is blue cheese through these new shades You still on that old sh**, im on a new page I be dogging all the hoes, i need a new cage Im ridin' in that big body, i need two lanes You'de think i rob casino, got so many chips You'de think i was a slave, got so many whips You'de think i was a Frito, got so many dips Gun so big, can even fit on my hip Hit the club off them d**, then we start trippin' If we can't get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin' She like my pimp walk, she like the way im livin' I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention Im out west 290 n***a mind your business How the f** is them your n***as if you in competetion? How the f** is you a k**er if you ain't k** the witness? Already know im blowin' up you, just at back, a witness f** around make me send my shorties on a mission I lost my uncle Boochie and im still trippin' I guess that be the reason why im still sippin' You get k**ed for your chips n***a now im dippin' Long nose '45, Scottie Pippen Alotta bodies on that b**h and we still drillin' You a beginner, you a pretender, im a sinner Mouse trap for a master splinter a** n***a We ride 40's all these bad hoes adore me Young n***a, i lost my mind when i was a shorty I just put some new bullets in a old forty And if he holdin' on that work we'll poke shorty Like he was a backwood, we'll smoke shorty And hell nah, we ain't friendly, i dont know shorty I got alotta shorties that a blow for me So dont say what you dont mean if you ain't on nun' This b**h keep on yellin' out smoke some I told that b**h to bend it over, let me poke some If the police snatch me up, i dont know nun' And lock me in im boundin' out, that ain't no money You comedian a** n***a, you think you so funny So many carats in my chain, i attract bunnies Flow like a bumble bee, i attrack the honeys I rob the plug, now i got the trap house jumpin' We beat down your door like Jehova witness I drive a old-school like a senior citizen I try to tell these f** n***as, they ain't wanna listen Ain't gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin' Im YSN b**h, young street n***a How you leave your home and you ain't got your heat with you If you ain't get no money i dont wanna meet with you You ain't a real n***a i dont wanna eat with you Im a cold-hearted n***a, i might let that heat hit you My momma always told me, son dont let them streets get you Already too late, 'cus im a street n***a Turn your location on, we can meet n***a I dont rap beef, i leave it in the streets n***a And you dont clap heat, you just a wannabe n***a

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