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lud foe – i am that nigga lyrics

[hook]
i got your b-tch and her sister
i put codiene in a swisher
i’ll have my shootas come get you
if they find you, (?)
boy you better believe they won’t miss you
i’ll remind you b-tch i am that n-gga
i’ll remind you b-tch i am that n-gga

[verse 1]
i went to sleep with a uzi
i got her wet like jacuzzi
you say you a shooter then shoot me
i act a fool with that tooly
my b-tch look better in louis
but today we might dress up in gucci
you a actor i’m pausing your movie
it look like my b-tch gaining weight in her booty
now it’s back to the basics, we was selling all the
junkies the rocks
before a n-gga touched a pencil in school, ended up
in the trap wit a f-ck ina pot
n-ggas claim they bout that life when they not
all these n-ggas snitching they gone tell on the block
b-tch i’m water whipping raising h-ll in the pot
a young money maker b-tch i keep me a knot
b-tch i’m leaning pouring four in the pot
she want a baby that b-tch won’t feel a drop
fnn with the beam on the top
i hit a n-gga knock his feet out his socks
watch ya motuh, what you say to me n-gga
i’m on the edge so don’t play with me n-gga
already know i keep that k with me n-gga
and when i go to sleep it lay with me n-gga
aye
i’m a hand a missol where your house at
i was hiding guns where the couch at
i was on the stove with the seat, work, jugging
tryna get my touch back
you shoot at me n-gga i’ma bust back
i ain’t the one you really wanna fuss at
i ain’t the one you wanna kick dust at
you can’t name one b-tch i ain’t f-ck yet

[hook]
i got your b-tch and her sister
i put codiene in a swisher
i’ll have my shooters come get you
if they find you, (?)
boy you better believe they won’t miss you
i’ll remind you b-tch i am that n-gga
i’ll remind you b-tch i am that n-gga

[verse 2]
i hit the club wearing robins
i got gucci, louis, fendi, and prada
she tryna get in my pocket
i disciplined a hoe like i was her father
i got some sh-t in my closet
extened clips, red beams, and binoculars
(?)
(?)
my b-tch a cutie yeah her lipgloss is popping
you want a war with me then we get it popping
and when it’s on boy you know ain’t no stopping
(?)
heard somebody was watching
they see me looking like a million dollars
call my plug and order up me some drugs
and when i get it everybody be shopping
i got your b-tch in a lobby
i got her high off a molly
i got her twerking her body
twerk, twerk, twerk, twerking her body
fall in the club with some shooters
glizzy gang, everybody got rugers
i got the blow for the tooters
getting money everyday i manuever

[hook]

- lud foe lyrics

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