Lud Foe - Where Ya At (Freestyle) lyrics

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Lud Foe - Where Ya At (Freestyle) lyrics

I just heard the feds watching me they on something I just heard the club rocking like a homecoming You ain't gotta' hold sh** I tote my own llama It's gon' be a hot winter and a cold summer I just bumped your b**h and I gave her the wrong number Got the boatload full of coke and marijuana I got a .44 fill that b**h with all hollows If you a ugly b**h get lost I only f** with models Where the f** ya' a** was at when I ain't have a dollar I heard she a thirsty hoe, I gave her some to swallow Mac 11 on the seat, that's my baby mama' I know she gon' gold me down if I got a problem Body full of codeine and some grape juice I was 'post to drink a deuce, I drunk the whole bottle These rap n***as talk sh** like they bullet proof But when you catch them in the streets they don't do nada Pull up on a old school in some new shoes Pull up on the opps block with some new tools Young n***a going in, call it curfew Your just a swagger jacker, boy don't make me merk you I will really, I will really really hurt you What you need, I'm the plug, I'll serve you I just eyeballed the work on knee scale Double C's on all my hoes I dress them in Chanel Where you was when I was hungry, I ain't have a meal Didn't give a f**, I die to live 'cause I was in the field At the table counting money, bunch of thousands But where the f** ya' a** was at when I ain't have none n***a where the f** was you when I was in the stu n***a where the f** was you before I had the juice n***a where the f** was you, man I didn't have a clue n***a where the f** was you when we was bussin' moves n***a where the f** was you when I ain't have nun' to lose At the table shaking dope the junkies call it food In the club we buy the bar out, that's what we do But naked b**hes up in my house, we like 'em nude I got paid for a feature, spent it on foreign shoes A bunch of groupies, Jacuzzi cuchi, these b**hes rude Wildin' out on the Audi 'cause I don't like the coop Check the scales we was winnin' b**h we don't like to lose Where ya' a** was at when I was trapping like a fool Where ya' a** was at when hoes didn't show me graditude Where ya' a** was at my mama' had to raise a soldier f** where you was at when n***as tried to f** me over Where ya' a** was at when all these rappers turnt geechie Where ya' a** was at when it was colder then a freeze Where ya' a** was at when ain't nobody wanna feed me Now they getting mad when they see me on the TV Where ya' a** wa sat when we was shaking up that dope Where ya' a** was at when I was sleeping in the cold Where ya' a** was at when I was down bad, broke Now you wanna hang 'cause you see I'm fidna' blow Where ya' a** was at when I was sleeping on the floor Where ya' a** was at when mama' said I gotta' go I'm a get some dope and I'm a go and get some more dope All these rappers p**y, rocking dresses they some hobo's I'm whipping up a Bentley got my wrist in the bowl I robbed a show and spent that sh** with all of my bros' I'm Boochie gang I rep that sh** with all of my bros' We gon' run a train, we swapping out with all of these hoes

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