Lud Foe - I'm Da Man lyrics

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Lud Foe - I'm Da Man lyrics

[Intro] Gang, gang I'm da man, I'm da man Gang gang I'm da man, i'm da man Lud Foe, Boochie Gang Aye i'm da man [Verse 1] Male gigolo, don juan i'm loose of this pimp juice We got macs for days, f** a deuce deuce Put a nail in yo head, i'm a loose screw Old shotty, new body I'm so high I popped 2 beans and forgot about it I dont wanna f** your dream b**h, she got mollied I dropped out selling dope, n***a f** a college Hit the club dripped in gold, b**h i'm big and bold Selling blows by store ridin with this pole I got 50 shots on the seat, i'm illegal and violent And I don't even got no license, don't supposed to be driving You can get them d** gone and stepped on Foenem pull up on yo a** you get left on At your head like a dread, don't get clamped on Trigger squeeze squeeze, bullets rip your Teflon I'm in VIP, flee, balling like i'm Jim Jones We got R Kelly Eateats, buggers get pissed on Lately Ive been going on vacation, f**ing off Caucasian Foenem come thru violate your nation like he on probation I'm a turn up on the p**y n***as who said I wouldn't make it b**h, I'm from the streets they don't give me money then ima take it Fallen KOD, thru these Louie Shades I see booty shaking You get R-I-P, you can feel what heat leave yo body shaking b**h I'm from chicago, where drug dealers, k**ers, and rapists Masterbate my trigga, I get finger f** nina until she naked Forgis on the beamer I bail out cleaner than Aquafina Riding in the steama, extended clips filled with Jalapena's I'm da man, I run them bands up I got meatrolls in my pocket, I can't pull my pants up It's a stick up b**h don't move, n***a throw yo hands up Get yo b**h up off your room she a freaky dancer The police snatch me up for questioning, don't got no answer f** n***a you don't want no smoke, you don't want no cancer Foenem leave a n***a stinking like a sh**ty pamper I love flexing on these b**hes, I ain't got no manners I'm a Balmain rocker, I'm a pistol co*ker You's a f**ing pillow talker, you's a pickle blocker b**h I turn up at my shows, i'm a party rocker My lil shorty keep that pole, he's a body dropper I be with some hot n***as, come and sip the shotta She gon' dance for all these bands like I'm Speaker Knockerz If you run off with that work, you gon need a doctor I just bought another choppa named it Helicopter

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