lud foe - it's the truth lyrics
(hook)
im the truth, its the truth
i houdini yo b-tch, n-gga, poof!
she say lud foe i love you, its the truth
he say he gettin money, he ain’t got the proof
im ballin on these hoes, call me houston
side line on yo b-tch if she useless
we catch a opp, we put these 40 glocks to use
she asked me did i f-ck her friend, i told the truth
(verse 1)
im a pimp, i be confusin them hoes
and me, i never really care bout losin them hoes
i hulk smash on that p-ssy, im abusin them hoes
i pop a flat, then i fall off in the studio
im drinkin henny, i dont drink that don julio
i call my 69 boys, make you tootsie roll
quarter brick, i make her stuff it in her p-ssyhole
yea, it’s the truth i call my sisters, they be whoopin hoes
kid p-ssed me the ball, its a pick and roll
i slam dunk, alley oop, like i play for the pros
i’m not a red rum drinker, give that sh-t to the hoes
and every day i’m sellin dope, i got blow for your nose
its the truth, i get loose, off that 150 proof
my rims big, forgiatos lookin like hula hoops
i’m in the trap, with my troops, eatin some frooty loops
so many b-tches in my house, i dont know who is who
f-ck n-gga watch ya mouth, who is you talkin to?
remember posted on the block like some young prost-tutes
sellin dope, all the fiends like i remember you
its the truth, dont call me soulja, but i been had the juice!
(hook)
(verse 2)
red beam on yo head, no need for your bulletproof
baby i just bought a car, and i forgot the roof
i know some n-ggas owe me favors that ain’t got sh-t to lose
the last n-gga f-cked with me was last seen on the news
i have my shooters in yo house like bruhman from the 5th floor
i put a bruise on kidwond3r beats like im kimbo
we bailin out the back of bugattis, just start the limo
we pull up and start throwin them bullets, don’t catch a inno
im the truth, im the plug, baby, im the suggs (shoot!)
i fill one n-gga with a hundred slugs (poof!)
i left with five booty shakers at the stripper club
baby, im a player, f-ck the mayor, b-tch im donald trump
smokin presidential in a rental with the windows up
rolls royces sittin on forgiatos and they mounted up
gold bottles, my b-tch dipped in gold, shes a gold model
learn ya lesson, gold smith and wesson filled with gold hollows
gang!
(hook)
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