lud foe – faneto remix lyrics
intro:
gang
aye
boochie gang
aye
foenem
lord nem
[verse 1: lud foe]
shooters at your door (gang gang)
we ain’t knocking b-tch we kicking down your door. ( gla gla)
onna gang
onna foe
lil bro he gon’ blow. (gla)
let these n-gg- know. (gang gang)
b-tch we keep them poles
these goofy n-gg-s out here stealing clothes
but i just f-ck they hoes
and finesse them out they checks faneto
b-tch i ain’t no ho’
you a pancake boy you ain’t no foe
i sell weed, rocks and blows
i’m a player n-gg- i might sell your ho’
( gang x7 faneto )
[verse 2: lud foe)
put this 357 barrel down your throat
i’m running out of drugs i need to get some more
i might rob the plug
gang
faneto
that choppa loose his -ss
bang
where he go?
his looking for his b-tch
d-mn where she go?
she with lud foe
bout’ to hit the liquor store
i just took his b-tch
gang
faneto
pull up onna opp then blow
boom boom boom get low
there’s some shooters in this b-tch
and we brought the rugers in this b-tch
so don’t be acting stupid in this b-tch
or we gon’ get to shooting in this b-tch
and that coup ain’t got no sense
i be getting ruthless in that b-tch
and i be getting head behind the tent
b-tch you know your boyfriend broke, he can’t pay your rent
you catch 50 out this mack. g unit
hoes calling me, my battery on 2 percent
he f-cked with me, and i ain’t seen him since
the police question me, i told them suck my d-ck
( b-tch. gang x4. faneto )
[verse 3: lud foe]
i relax in my jacuzzi
this b-tch mad we can’t go to the movies
they mad cause i go hard they wanna shoot me
these b-tches atting me, they wanna do me
these b-tches after me, they are some groupies
them shoes that you got on, them b-tches fu-ey
them shoes that i got on, they go by louie
that pack that i be smoking very fruity
them n-gg-s i be with be totin’ toolies
them n-gg-s you be with be acting goofy
my life a movie
got a movie in my uzi
my b-tch she bougie
she like “can you get me louie?”
[verse 4: lud foe]
i’ll be d-mned if i go broke
then it’s back to robbing, selling dope
your b-tch be watching me, you better watch your ho’
b-tch you can’t f-ck for free, you better have some dough
and you know how it go
onna stage doing shows with my pole
i up a role on a ho’ they called meat rolls
robin jeans cost $450 and $850 for my coat
gang
b-tch
gang
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