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lud foe - paper lyrics

[verse 1]
i heard n-gg-s wanna stick me for my paper
so i went and bought the choppa with the laser
n-gg- how the f-ck is you gon’ rob a robber?
i don’t think you know i got that problem solver with me
i got bought my grandaddy harry a revolver
b-tch i got your number but i’m still not gon’ call you
if its a lick b-tch we hit it already
you can have your b-tch back i hit it already
n-gg- you ain’t gettin sh-t back we split it already
you talkin bout that street sh-t we did it already
you can’t testify against me cuz he dead already
f-ck this rap beef, shoot him in the head already!
my n-gg-s with it don’t forget it
we pullin up with dracos the size of a midget
pull up knock a n-gg- off his pivot
.223 bullet knock a n-gg- out his fitted
now he smelling like he sh-tted
he sneak dissed me, that f-ck n-gg- shouldn’t have did it
depends on how i’m feeling i might f-ck her once and quit it
cuz i ain’t got no time for these in love b-tches
you better not run your mouth, we put st-tches on snitches
i’m a young street n-gg-, i set my chevy on 6’s
i’m riding fast in this v12 on the road to riches
i’m a male gigolo i leave my s-m-n on b-tches!
buy the whole bar cuz i’m a nice guy
and ima rob my plug if the price high
we just took off ya cuban link
robbed you for your gold
you would think i had a patch on my right eye
n-gg- i don’t f-ck more hoes than ll
i done sold more blow than h-ll rell
n-gg- we’ll kick your door down like 12
rushing out the traphouse, i forgot the scale
i can tell these n-gg-s be frail, but act tough as h-ll
i could sell santana beats, i give you a sh-ll
he say he get dough, i couldn’t tell cuz he broke as h-ll
n-gg- i’m so mothaf-ckin cold i’m givin em h-ll!
if you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell
free all of my n-gg-s, got them k!llas living through a cell
earned all my stripes, i’m an og
i got og’s up in heaven looking over me
used to be a shorty, now the shorties lookin up to me
they used to be your b-tch, now you sick cuz she f-ckin me
b-tch i feel like a don, always shining like the f-ckin sun
i get b-tches sprung swinging wood like i’m barry bond
ain’t for none, i stick to my gun like a piece of gum
from the slums, i need every crumb like a f-ckin b-m
b-tch i ain’t the one talking dumb i cut out ya tounge
when i up this gun better run like you’re forest gump
braattt bap bap paow

- lud foe lyrics

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