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Bitch Lyrics - Artist : Lud Foe
Pussy nigga fix your face, what you lookin' at bitch?
What you lookin' at bitch? Gang gang Lud Foe, Boochie Gang bitch, LF 300 shit You know how I'm rockin' nigga YSN, young street nigga Get your gun up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mopstick Ayy, pussy nigga fix your face, what you lookin' at bitch? Chopper wet the shirt up like the laundromat bitch Shoot a nigga in his mouth if he runnin' that bitch You got them pounds in your house, we gon' run in that bitch Dick hoes in the Ghost, I was stompin' that bitch You put a ring on that ho, we be runnin' that bitch And I ain't gotta cock it back, already one in that bitch Hit the strip club, I just snuck one gun in that bitch I say bitch, bitch, ayy, bitch, bitch Nina Ross, she my bitch, bitch, ayy You with the shits, bitch 'Bout my bread I'll toast you She suck suck me into a comma Ayy, she got a head on her shoulders She did exactly what I told her, ayy 'Cause she my bitch Niggas hidin' from me like he got a warrant Stripper bitch so thick you see that ass from the front You smokin' reggie, don't even try and pass me no blunt I heard you diss me, now I'm outside slidin' on the hunt She ate my dick for breakfast so I took her out for brunch Got the city on my back but never mind my hunch I've been doin' this shit so long, look all the time I punch I just dropped an X pill in my Hawaiian Punch I ball like Chris Paul, and John Wall Your bitch ugly, Ruth Paul, aw naw Aw naw, hell naw, hell naw She's a dusty, dust her off, then get lost My weed musty, I'm ride luxury with new exhaust You gotta have expensive taste 'cause my dick cost Finesse the plug, you shouldn't've trust me, I'm gettin' lost You better be lucky, aim at his top, I tried to tear it off He got hit with the seven-six-two The doctor said he might not pull through Now his family in the lobby and they crying You think I give a fuck, bitch boo-hoo 'Cause by the time they got to him he was through This chopper turn his niggas into house shoes He put his nose in my motherfuckin' business So I cut off his nostrils Ayy this chopper knock a nigga out his mind If you don't see me gettin' to this money then you're blind I won't hesitate to take a nigga's life, he threaten mine Baby bend that shit over, let me hit it from behind, ayy Pass out, dope fiends in the long ass line I can't keep my fingers off her 'cause she look so fine Got my bitch titties did and it cost me a dime You ain't fuckin' with me nigga, you should just stop trying If you a snitch ass nigga, I don't fuck with your kind But we heard you a bitch, turn a nigga lights out All I did was hit the switch, suck my dick 'cause I'm rich She put that brain on me good, she do all kind of tricks Petite 'round my dick, doin' all kind of splits I was really in the field doin' all kind of shit I been ballin' for a long time, he's an analyst Chopper hit his body, leavin' all kind of damages Whole lot of red tape, all you hear is ambulance You too sloppy on them hits, you be leaving evidence You keep talkin' all that shit, we show up to your residence Middle finger Donald Trump, yeah, fuck my president Riding around with a long clip, check the measurement Bitch my mind gone, still tryna find that shit Wanna rob me, don't you even think 'bout tryin' that shit Young street nigga, bitch I stand behind that shit Baby bend it over, let me get behind that shit Hit your block, shoot it up, then rewind that shit Niggas hatin' on me, but I never mind that shit I showed you niggas how to stunt, this the thanks I get? I can count on both my hands how many licks I hit She can count on both her hands how many dicks she licked I got my four-five on me and this bitch got kick Talkin' all that killin' shit, you niggas make me sick Killed your homie in your face and you ain't do shit You ain't slidin', you ain't ridin', you ain't gon' shoot shit I'm ridin' sixes with a redbone, bow-leg bitch We take a nigga head off like you owe that shit I hit the club with thirty thousand, I'ma throw that shit You fuck with me, I get you murdered and you know that shit I rob you for your watch and chain, nigga load that shit My weed come straight from California, nigga blow that shit Ayy, bitch, bitch, ayy, bitch, bitch Nina Ross, she my bitch, bitch, ayy You with the shits, bitch 'Bout my bread I'll toast you She suck suck me into a comma Ayy, she got a head on her shoulders She did exactly what I told her, ayy 'Cause she my bitch |
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