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lud foe - no chill lyrics

{chorus: lud foe}
we don’t got no chill
we do drills out of automobiles
b-tch take off them heels
let me feel to see if it’s real
i love popping pills
cause i like the way it make me feel
n-gga better not squeal
if you tell boy your -ss get k!lled
if that b-tch suck my d-ck
now i like smell like belvedere
we be in the clubs and the mall
boy you’re never there
you wanna show your -ss chopper knock you out your underwear
don’t get hurt
me and my n-ggas on dirt
put a n-gga under there
{verse 1: lud foe}
ak gon squirt n-ggas
these bullets gon hurt
fill the trap house with that work
dope fiends calling chirp
trap slow down but it always pick up on the 1st
this n-gga tried to run because he didn’t have his gun
[?] coulda died man it
shoulda been worse
but i better not see you no more
cause i ain’t gon miss no more
you gon be in that he-rs-
ask god like why me
let a n-gga try me
get stuck to the iv
p-ss me the ball imma shoot like kyrie
beat the block up like ali

i was in the house in the winter with no heat
sleeping on the floor in the cold with no sheets
sitting on your -ss like you ain’t got no feet
b-tch on my d-ck like she ain’t got no t–th
she wet the bed up gotta go again no sheets
only want me in the bed with two freaks
gotta work hard cause the sh-t don’t come sweet
they ain’t outside n-ggas hide we gon seek
i love my driver cause he a rider
do a drive by shots fired at the limo
big 45 up this b-tch
it got a lot of kick but it still didn’t miss
trap at the bando lono famo
why i fill his -ss with a whole lot of ammo
hit a n-gga block with glocks then shoot it up
when we come back see a whole lot of candles
try to stick me but they know i got handles
see new haters i feel like mano
you could leave the state but you still on my list
tho we can meet up, n-gga what you wanna diss for
suck a n-gga d-ck b-tch what you wanna kiss for
fall in the mall then ball like disco
wanna f-ck with us, at your own risk tho
n-gga act tough, i know he a b-tch tho
drive the car real fast that’s what its made for
n-gga i don’t lease sh-t all this sh-t paid for
i don’t gotta clean up, that’s what the maid for
wanna act brave, that’s what the k for
simon says all these hoes do what i say so
get a brick then break it down like a leggo
get dope playin with the dope like claydo
f-ck a hoe bad b-tch show em how to rainbow
you ain’t know me f-ck boy you a lamo
f-ck up my chips don’t f-ck with my pringles
bank rolls full of hunnid no single
n-ggas know name ring bells no jingle

{verse 2: lud foe}
i’m reminiscent
i’m on a mission
dosed off in the kitchen i fell asleep whippin
you might fall on your face if you be trippin
caught in your tracks your blood drippin
caught in that act yeah you was slippin
threw the b-tch a few ones she was strippin
[?] yeah we be flippin
b-tch i’m gone
i just hit a home run
you wanna war but you ain’t got your own guns
sneak diss me, f-ck with the wrong one
mama told me son don’t fear no one
clip full of hollows you can hold one
you rap about guns n-gga better tote one
police let me go told em i don’t know nothin
rap about dope but you never sold none
teddy want a 38, its a throw away
kick a b-tch out i know she a throw away
take off that makeup we don’t need no foreplay
run that bullsh-t [?]
selling packs out the car wait in the hallway
you don’t listen you gon find out the hard way
hit a n-gga block, come out the wrong way
better shut up n-gga you don’t want gunplay
drunk in love your fiance like beyonce
homicide on anyone tryna harm me
before i hit the streets my mama warn me
alot of n-ggas snitchin, they be informing
give your b-tch my mic now she performing
don’t make me up the hoe get to blow in it
strapped like a dyk- if you got a knife
you gon lose your life, won’t see the morning

- lud foe lyrics

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