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lud foe - under pressure lyrics

[chorus]
you know we on that hot sh-t, don’t get your block hit
rip’s at your srt and make the car flip
n-gg- play me for a p-ssy, i’ma k!ll you like the last n-gg-
heard some n-gg-s hissin’
get the lawnmower, hit the gr-ss with it
i just bought a k, don’t make me come get on your -ss with it
blow your sh-t off right on camera, b-tch i got my mask with me
n-gg-s quick to fold under pressure
dump the hundred out the chopper, this b-tch under pressure

[verse]
my amiri pockets fatter than nutty professor
i got a pistol under my pillow and one in the dresser
mac poking out my coat, i can’t hide the suppressor
put a n-gg- on the news for trying to test us
we catch a n-gg- walking, no p-ss, we stretch him
i see you think this sh-t a game, but i ain’t gon’ stress it
hand me the baking soda, i’ll teach you how to scratch it
i make them hoes cook the sh-t -sshole naked
if i miss you with this smith & wesson, you’s a blessing
n-gg- say you want smoke? then stand up on it
hit the club, buy the bar, and then stand up on it
she tryna trick me with that p-ssy, i don’t even want it
we spin corners, think you tough, n-gg- post up on it
cookies in the russian cream, that’s your f-ckin’ homie
before i shot his f-ckin’ face, i got close up on it
’cause i only wish death to my opponents
i’m with a big booty b-tch, i don’t like ’em bony
i f-cked this bad b-tch to death, she thought this what she wanted
security better not frisk me, b-tch, don’t touch me in this b-tch
ask me, “lud foe, why you don’t trust me?”
you a p-ssy n-gg-, i’m a k!ller, i can’t f-ck with you
gotta hit the gun store, my glizzy need a thirty
yeah, yeah, yeah, you still a hostile
i make a three with rock, but no i ain’t curry
we be the reason why your momma’s son getting buried
he want me dead, but he a b-tch, so i ain’t even worried
i got a red bone b-tch, i named her red fury
and shove my d-ck all in her tight belly
i call my shorty for that k, he bring in it hurry
b-tch, i am number one, you can ask nelly
i’m tryna leave this lavish life to my grandbaby
you will get more smoke than a crack baby

- lud foe lyrics

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