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jodagoat - lud joe lyrics

[intro]
steel gone chop you up, even though we standing up on a moving bus
us, russ, thus, can’t mess up cuz coach gone fuss
opposite of weak im real tough, you the opposite of real you bluff, fake (fake) , ate (ate) , you ain’t nun but ah leaf in my rake
ima do my thing regardless, ardless
you smell like you farted (farted) artist (artist) ab honor roll all f’s you r-t-rded

[verse]
i hit the t–ter with my clothes on, i got my bros on
my tool on me who this n-gga trynna take sum food from me
gang wit me bang wit me you start stealing from my store then i gotta let you know thats a no boy, hit up in yo b-tch house where them k!llos but i dont like drugs want sell some clothes wanna sell some bread, milk, and sum eggs, ima check you out b-tch then go to bed
im the realest cashier that a n-gga ever seen, pull out all these racks like 18017, thas not a real number but i dont give a f-ck,b-tch ill fill you up like a f-ckin gas pum. run up in yo house n-gga where them k!llos, thats what lud foe said, but im lud joe b-tch. i dont want no k!llos i just want these f-ckin groceries. make sure the bar code easy to scan, if is not ima give you the f-ckin back hand. i done told these -ss n-ggas told these broke n-ggas, i dont do sh-t but pull f-ckin triggaz..in the night time, but in the day time i got my name tag on and is on the line. cause i go down for the ht thas the t–ter gang, b-tch know me and i swing my f-ckin dingaling
on break..i f-ck b-tches..do tbhes cuz ima b-tch
wait! i f-cked up called myself a b-tch but you know im not a b-tch, and i f-ckin getcho girl, and check her out, give her 5 cents off then she give me mouf
b-tch im f-ckin real
b-tch im f-ckin real
yall n-ggas sad, yall n-ggas dead, yall f-ckin ugly, yall f-ckin stupid, yall f-ckin r-t-rded, b-tch im f-ckin cupid cuz i got these b-tches and they all love me, but i dont love them. b-tch go climb a tree, b-tch go kick rocks, b-tch go sell sum b-tch go get ah job b-tch but not at the t–ter b-tch cuz they won’t hire you, ill tell em that you ugly, tell em that you can’t work b-tch that you fugly
im just checking out groceries, im just checking out groceries, dont f-ck with me when im f-ckin checking out groceries
i be in the zone, scanner on gone, b-tch im f-ckin bout to go home
clock in in go time, i clock out is night time
i come back it break up (we dont know wtf bruh was off, prolly a xan) b-tch thas f-ckin hot, tweet it up (?)
lud foe a b-tch, and i hope he f-ckin die, ill shoot that n-gga
he shootin guns….im shootin scanners
barcodes what i aim for only head shots
ima take that f-ckin grocery and get right
ima scan it real fast n-gga real tight
b-tch this lud joe b-tch what you want tonight
yeah…yeah yeah
they ask “how to get to the milk?”
i say go to isle 9 cut around the corner ill meet you in the back, ill show you exactly where the milk at
you like 2% or whole? you want that 2%? i got that 2%
i gotchu…

- jodagoat lyrics

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