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Lud Foe – New

[Verse 1]
Man these niggas got me fucked up
Boy you better get yo bucks up
You ain’t eating boy you fucked up
We dont carry nun-chucks, lay this man, make these bitches lust us
You say you with it but you uncut
30’s on the trap wheels big like a school bus
Give my hitman 10 grand he’ll shoot sum
Bag on yo head you get did by a broke nigga
Go to war with anybody we ain’t scared of no nigga
Homicides, we do drive-bys off the 4 wheelers
Hit the block, double back, finna shoot some more niggas
I dont like to talk about this shit so I show niggas
They dont look familiar, I dont even know niggas
We run up in that nigga house, kick a door, get the door
Snuck in the club with my snubnose .44
If you dont add no water to yo money plant it won’t grow, Fuck his hoe, But if you ex his name bet I won’t know
I just bought a new Glock with the laser, and I keep that bitch on my hip like a pager
New bitch with some big lips like Fantasia
When we catch you lacking won’t be no-one there to save you
Holes in ya like a donut, bullets glaze ya
She ain’t never seen so much money I amazed her
Black nigga, fucking white hoes like a flavor
Got so many acres, that I dont got no neighbors
Balling so damn hard like I played for the Lakers
You not on yo feet, pump fake for the fakers
Bitch im from Chiraq where its killers and rapers
Line his ass up, leave a nigga with a taper
Drinking hendo, tell -???-
She can run for president I still won’t chase her
Im still in the trap at the table with my razor
I can’t take no shorts and you can’t get no favor
Ice around my neck, gold cubans cost 2 sum
Run off with a nigga bitch then I have a 2 sum
Kick a nigga door down come back, boom sum
Trap still open catch a junkie wanna toot sum
We drinking henny give the margaritas to the eaters
We ride with heaters, you a follower im a leader
Hes a house nigga, family got life peta
200 on the dash, bitch I did the whole meter
I dont love her, ima leave her cuz i dont need her
My new nina, very friendly, who wanna meet her
Shes a cheater, she’ll fuck ya then fuck ya people
Lets have a 3 sum with .40, nina, and desert eagle
We be to see you, with illegals up in the reagal
And then we leave you, in the bushes with all the pinas
Im in the trap house serving junkies and shooting ninas
You get down or lay down nigga like Benny Siegel

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Lud Foe – Fucked Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Outwest 290 shit bitch, No hooks
No hooks part 2 bitch you know how I’m rocking nigga
Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how im rocking nigga
Get yo’ guns up, Get yo’ funds up
You on that opp shit, get mop sticked bitch
Aye

[Verse 1]
Man these niggas got me fucked up
Boy you better get your bucks up
You ain’t eating boy you fucked up
We dont carry nunchucks, ladies man make these bitches lust us
You say you with you but your un-cuffed
30’s on a truck, wheels big like a school bus
Give my hitman 10 grand he’ll shoot sum
Bag on your head, you get did by a broke nigga
Go to war with anybody we ain’t scared of no nigga
Homicides we do drive by’s off the 4 wheeler
Hit the block double back, finna shoot some more niggas
I don’t like to talk about the shit so i show niggas
They don’t look familiar i don’t even know niggas
We run up in that nigga house
Kick the door, get the dough
Snuck in the club with my snug nose 44′
If you don’t add no water to your money plan it won’t grow
Fucked his hoe, but if you ask her name bet i won’t know
I just bought a new Glock with a laser, and i keep that bitch on my hip like a pager
New bitch with some big lips like fantasia
When we catch you lackin’ won’t be no one there to save you
Holes in you like a doughnut, bullets glaze you
She ain’t never seen this much money i amazed her
Black nigga fucking white hoes like im flavor
Got so many acres that i don’t got no neighbors
Ballin so damn hard like i play for the Lakers
You not on your feet, pump fake for the fakers
Bitch im from chiraq where its killers and rapers
Line his ass up, leave a nigga with a taper
Drinking henn, dope to the dome fuck a chaser
She can run for president, i still won’t chase her
I’m still in that trap, at the table with my razor
I can’t take no shorts, and you can’t get no favors
Ice around my neck, gold cuban cost 2 sum
Run off with a nigga bitch then i have a twosome
Kick a nigga door down come back boosome
Trap still open, in case a junkie wanna twosome
We drinking henny, give the margaritas to the eaters
We ride with heaters, you a follower im a leader
He’s a house nigga, Family Guy like peter
200 on the dash, bitch i did the whole meter
I don’t love her, imma leave her cause i don’t need her
My new nina, very friendly who wanna meet her
She’s a cheater she’ll fuck you then fuck your people
Lets have a threesome with 40 nina and desert eagle
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And then we leave you in the bushes with all the beetles
Im in the trap house serving junkies and shooting needles
You get down and lay down nigga like Benny Siegel

[Outro]
Fucked up Fucked up
Man these niggas got me fucked up
Fucked up Fucked up
Man these niggas got me fucked up