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lud foe - real big freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m a big tymer
i’ll show you where it’s at
[?] house and make your b-tch show me
where it’s at
why you dissin’ on me
you ain’t get no clout off dat?
you let em’ geek you up n-gg-
you ain’t high off crack
and my choppa real big
the clip real big
i punch you in yo sh-t
now ya lips real big
got a big booty b-tch
and her hips real big
this b-tch let me poker cuz’ my chips
real big
if i like that, i buy dat
ex pill, try dat
that rented -ss car, boy
you ain’t even buy dat
gamble with your life
imma f-ck ’round and buy dat
private jet, catch me up there
where da sky at
my house real big
my car real big
this b-tch got triple d’s, yeah
her bra real big
in this rolls royce, b-tch
that double r real big
aim at yo chest, bet you hope your vest real big
take it how you want it b-tch
it is, what it is
she acting like she don’t wanna let me f-ck
but she is
got a old school, new school
new opps, new tools
pull up on a n-gg- with this b-tch out the window go, to
(clap-clap-clap)
when we hit a f-ck n-gg- block, we gon’
(clap-clap)
i know those neighbors heard those shots
all my n-gg-s split wigs
some of em’ doin’ bids
for squeezin’ on sigs
and they don’t see they kids
i feel how they feel
they k!ll, like i k!ll
they live, like i live
they drill, like i drill
you gon’ have to pop a pill
just to feel, like i feel
you ain’t never in no field
you don’t feel, how i feel
her pearl real big, but
i’mma swerve real big
i feel like i’m
scarface b-tch
my world real big
glocks, 4-5’s, tecs, macs
we got all dat
pop a ex pill, hit my cup, to dissolve dat
you sendin’ shots n-gg-
what you miss me for?
you suck my d-ck b-tch
then what you tryna kiss me for?
uzi gang, shorty gang
we don’t like those rugers (brrahp!)
you a smallfoot n-gg-
all i hang wit is shootas
aim at ya head, fork you
in ya ramen noodles (b-tch!)
it’s about that money
watch, i pop up, like strudels
i like dat, buy dat
foreign car, drive dat
tryna rob the plug, and take all the drugs
i’m in the foreign car parked
valet parked, at the strip club
on the red carpet screamin’
“where’s the sl-ts?”
fire you up, if you live
on yo hospital bed, hit yo room
p-ssy n-gg-, then pull the plug
i grew up with the [?]
and i became a buck
shout out to my momma dukes
‘cuz she raised a thug
and ain’t n-body gave a sh-t
stayed down with my clique
some got it out in blood
b-tch i got it in mud
and my rims real big
my guns real big
catch you smokin’ all my weed
have ya lungs real big
and if you wanna go to war
hope yo funds real big
got a taste for m-rs-ille
like my tongue real big
my wheel c-cked, valet parked
pulled up in a fiska’
you da type to rap beef
but i wouldn’t even diss ya
you at the light, we shoot on sight
we gon’ get you
aim at yo lips, let this 4-5 kiss you
big shoes, big pants
this sh-t dont fit you
when i swing this fully-auto b-tch
i’m gon’ hit you
yeah i’m a big tyma, sorta, kinda
i got a glock nine-a in my des-igna’
she know that i’m the sh-t
but i still re-mind her
ya b-tch get lost with me
you’ll neva find her
i hit it from the front
but i get be-hind her
and if she rub her lips on my mic i might sign her
my diamonds on my water
‘cuz i’m a pir-anha
my white b-tch hide my dope
in her va-gina
(gang. gang. gang!)
my white b-tch hide my dope
in her va-gina

- lud foe lyrics

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