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lud foe – ain’t thinking bout her (produced by kid wonder) lyrics

[hook]
i ain’t thinkin’ bout no b-tch, i left that b-tch alone
we got glizzies in this b-tch, you left your sh-t at home
i got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone
selling dubs and [?] out this back and its [?]
utah jazz, shoot all in your face like im karl malone
call my lawyer baby beat my case, b-tch im coming home
louis bag fill it up with 100’s, drop it on your dome
expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on

[verse 1]
what the f-ck is wrong with this lil b-tch, she won’t leave me lone
keep texting my phone, she like baby why you do me wrong?
she’s a doggy b-tch i’m not the owner but gave her a bone
she just want me cuz she heard my name ring like a telephone
b-tch im in ya house, in ya house
like i was jerome
if you run your mouth, we’ll turn your house to a haunted home
i don’t got no spouse, i just met her f-cked her on the couch
i be cashing out, and these louis shoes not coming out
i like your dress but take it off
thick, rich, white hoes in my house
got a jar of molly from a homie, and i p-ssed them out
i can’t think about these hoes, like my mind broke
that hoe tried to take me out for dinner, i didn’t even go
i always eat on the go, point me to the door
we find out you holding paraphernalia we gone’ kick your door
yo b-tch she was on my d-ck, so i put it on her lip
nine eleven with extended clips, too big for my hip

[verse 2]
i remember i was selling salt, i didn’t have no c-ke
i remember i was in that cold i didn’t have a coat
i hit it with the soda watch it float like a sail boat
it always leave an odor in my house, you can smell dope
my old school is cl-ssical, its cl-ssic like a sh-ll toe
and you ain’t gotta say you going broke i can tell though
be sure your what we about, we’ll teach you bout running your mouth
chrome lips they poking out, they kiss b-tches right in the mouth
everytime these hoes run through my house, they always get lost
they rappers faking the game, i already figured them out
hit the mall and then start cashing out, forget what about
if he ain’t talking about no guop, im not hearing him out
v12 vetral v8, and this motherf-cker so fast i can’t keep the wheel straight
i f-ck b-tches everyday, i went to sleep last night with a b-tch woke up to a new face

[hook]
i ain’t thinkin’ bout no b-tch, i left that b-tch alone
we got glizzies in this b-tch, you left your sh-t at home
i got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone
selling dubs [?] out this bag and its [?]
utah jazz, shoot all in your face like im karl malone
call my lawyer baby beat my case, b-tch im coming home
louis bag fill it up with 100’s, drop it on your dome
expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on

- lud foe lyrics

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