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Pretty Penny Lyrics - Artist : Lud Foe
Skrt, outwest shit, 290 shit nigga you know how we rocking nigga, straight gang shit, get yo guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp shit get mopsticked, boochie gang, ay, ay
You playing with that merch, you fuck around get robbed My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny These bitches I got plenty, I already fucked too many Baby, I'm a dope dealer, just let me know how many, I'm a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city Chopper beat a nigga up, they'll catch a uppercut, baby eat a nigga up, she catch a nigga nut, she says she want a date, I wanna fuck her face First I look you up, then I find your place The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her, old school chevy, big box motor Lud foe take your bitch, he just my report, he say he don't fuck with me and I don't even know him Bailed out that van, michael [?] bullets throwing You might get fanned hit yo' mans when we blow I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel, and imma show these mother fuckers how to do it trill We riding with them steels, rolling up em' pills Imma sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill Fuck the cops, get put in a box, you fuck with the opps, selling rocks, pockets filled with knots, riding round with jocks, squeezing triggers, only lord knows, I did that alot Fucking thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not Balmains filled with 50 g's, bitch this shit cost, dripping sauce, I'm big gucci boss, bitch I'm rick ross, hit the club, turn it up, bitch we broke the knob off, young nigga I got mob ties, imma mob boss Vicelord, gd's, bd's at the trap house, bullets burn like some cd's don't get wack now Foenem pull up where we squeeze, imma smash out Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then I ran out Hit the block, so [?] and guns, issa pass out Imma KOD bigg sniffer hoes with they ass out Poppin' pills sweating like a feen, I might pass out I can't wife a bitch I just sell the drinks, and I smash out [?] fam you laying on your chest with your back out Taking risks you gamble with your life, you gon crap out We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, GANG We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house |
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