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lud foe - fallin' out lyrics

it’s so mothaf-ckin hot i catch a tan in this b-tch
like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this b-tch
we be on that hot sh-t so don’t get fanned in this b-tch
left the club with her but she came with her man in this b-tch
i’m so mothaf-ckin high that i can’t stand in this b-tch
you a mothaf-ckin lie you say i ran from some sh-t
prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, n-gg- run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
and i’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
no security with me cause b-tch we deep and we got guns
he was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
play with me and mine lotta n-gg-s die in cold blood
when i hit the spot bet they lettin out that red rum
run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
she got expensive taste have my d-ck all on her gums
boy they buildings vacant lots sh-t cause i’m from the slums
fill a n-gg- up with this hot sh-t, b-tch you better not run
thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
f-cked her on the first night and she caught my first son
are you the toughest n-gg- in the crowd? then you the first one
aye lil stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
you a broke n-gg- petty -ss use a coupon
it’s just me and yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
we ain’t aimin at yo legs b-tch we aimin at yo head b-tch, i’m eatin good i’m fed b-tch, that tropicana sh-t red b-tch, n-gg-s in the house on that scared sh-t, you hidin under that bed b-tch
vacay with my ak with my feet all in that sand b-tch
you know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band b-tch
i’m so mothaf-ckin high that i can’t see straight
these b-tches see me 3-d and they press replay
i’m a shooter n-gg- i should be on ea
choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
you trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
f&n pencil bullets don’t get erased
if my b-tch get outta line she get replaced
i scratch you off the list yea i hit the backsp-ce
and my bankrolls big like my fanbase
forensics searchin but they still can’t find the sh-llcases
b-tch i ball like a cancer patient, i’m the sh-t boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo sh-t confiscated, i’m on the phone with ben franklin money my conversation, i shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, i live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
i just bought a brand new choppa a baby k
i run up in a n-gg- house broad day
i been at the finish line but yall late
the judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
f-ck these b-tches i just want the money!
i was sellin snow & it was sunny!
i take my time and wrap em like a mummy!
no hilfiger but i got my tommy!
yo time is runnin out c-ck my glock and brung it out
they don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
this big mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
i’m so mothaf-ckin hot b-tches see me and start fallin out
gaaaang gang

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