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lud foe - eww lyrics

[intro: lud foe]
kid wond3r, you made this beat? d-mn
gang, aye, b-tch
n-gg-s ain’t on sh-t, you know how we rockin’ n-gg-
ysn, young street n-gg-, b-tch
straight gang sh-t, out west 290 sh-t, aye

[verse 1: lud foe]
i’m the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna rob the dope man
bullets make you tap dance, xans make me slow dance
did so many drills, broke the pin in my 4-5th
blunt rollin’, gun totin’ n-gg-s, we don’t throw hands
vip, i walk inside the club, then i throw bands
she gave me a lap dance, but she ain’t use no hands
caught an opp, we blew ’em down, but we ain’t use no fans
’74 cutl-ss made him thought that i was an old man

[verse 2: cago leek]
minivan, hot head, dread-head, tarzan
only ride new sh-t, cago is a car head
thick b-tch, new sh-t, wettin’ up my bed
always a snitch n-gg-, tell ’em what i did
why the f-ck this b-tch n-gg- act like he a hardhead?
over flat, i ain’t tryin’ to be around no harley’s
magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon
red b-tch, i don’t give no f-cks if she was darkskin
we whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that
wrist cling, ear cling, neck cling, all that
50 in this mac, go bratt, he caught all that
skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that

[refrain: lud foe & cago leek]
ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww

[verse 3: lud foe]
you say yous a trapper boy, you know you get your clone on
you can’t sell that dope, ’cause they know that sh-t stepped on
murk in the club, b-tch, your head gon’ get stepped on
bullets rip your chest, should’ve wore you a teflon
concrete soakin’ up your blood like a tampon
young n-gg- trappin’ on that curb with my mikes on

[refrain: lud foe & cago leek]
ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww

[verse 4: cago leek]
b-tch, when i get in that ‘cat, i’ma clap, where her walls at
n-gg-, if you snitch, yous a rat, what we call that
i just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at?
all these n-gg-s dissin’ on the net, but where y’all at?
boy, you out there trappin’, i’ma put this tec where your skull at

[verse 5: lud foe]
i f-ck her from the back, never call back, call back
teabag, made her lick my b-llsack, where her halls at
green beam on your bald cap, n-gg-, fall back
please don’t say none crazy ’cause the police got my phone tapped
better not get caught over, if f-ckboy don’t use the wrong map
your momma on the way over here to give me some of that grown back
f-ck her for an hour, you’d think stella got her groove back
aggravated battery on this pyrex, b-tch, i blue stacks

[refrain: lud foe & cago leek]
ewwwww

[outro: lud foe]
[?] got his sh-t ‘cross the border, haha
now how, hahahahahaha
straight gang sh-t, n-gg-
gang, gang

- lud foe lyrics

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