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doc gruesome - luda lyrics

[intro]
devereaux
yeah uh yeah

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
if i say move bet i get these little b+tches for my face
i’m leatherface, wear a mask and you won’t ever catch a case (you won’t ever catch a case)
i came to prove b+tches run, they always talking out they face, gon’ crack a face
this hoe b+tch be sucking d+ck from tip down to the face (from tip down to the face)
i’m on that raw sh+t passing packs around like derek carr sh+t
see the fiends up on the block and drop thеy f+ckin’ jaw sh+t
they go like boo! b+tch the f+ck you wanna do? (f+ck you wanna do)
wanna see mе chilling in my hood, i never move, f+ck it do
f+ck is you? b+tch i’m not f+cking with you
i be riding ’round dumping with a glock in your block, call me luda motherf+cker and i’m popping it too
you a rat, little b+tch, pop like a .22
never move, put it on me, i’ma stay, i’ma stay
bad little b+tch stir the pot like stew
i’ll turn the rock then i’m back to the block
post up on your spot, b+tch, i am that dude
i’m never moving, you gon’ have to come and k!ll me where i stand (yeah)
on the corner, ten toes down, i got my glock up in my hand
when life gets wild west it’s face to face, we’ll see who is the man
get the f+ck up from around me, no one know you see them bands up

[chorus: doc gruesome]
known around my block for having shooters (for having shooters)
known by local police, they pursue us (they pursue us)
known to make that crowd go stupid
run out on that f+ckin’ stage and tell ’em move just like i’m luda
known around my block for having shooters (for having shooters)
known by local police, they pursue us (they pursue us)
known to make that crowd go stupid
run out on that f+ckin’ stage and tell ’em move just like i’m luda (ayy!)
[verse 2: doc gruesome]
like move! get the f+ck up out the way
chopper always on me, let it sing in broad day
i lay a p+ssy down if he want to f+ck with me
i told everybody that we met they finna pay but they be wastin’
i got that pump in my trunk, that’s why your b+tch, she wanna ride with me
hating from the bottom, b+tch, this ain’t no f+cking robbery
close up with artillery that push your wig back
i give a f+ck about the money, i just watch that sh+t stack
ride with a corpse in the back of the he+rs+, local mortician embalming ’em first
read out a ritual, summon a demon and translate it all and i make it a verse
never been a motherf+cker that you want to f+ck with
big bad luda in the club with a .45
gone off on pills ’cause i’m back on my bullsh+t
little guy p+ss on my d+ck and he gon’ say yeah!
posted on your block but everybody know my name, not (they know my name)
thought this was your hood but now it looking like a grave plot
little p+ssy, come outside, we see you in the shame spot
acting like you are the guy that clean between your legs, not
i got extended clips and they filled with hollow tips
i got that clique up on the side of me, we known as cerberus
i break a b+tch, never known to quit, f+ck you think this is?
missed the kid when you see me get to moving in this b+tch

- doc gruesome lyrics

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