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  • Lud Foe – Big Tymerz

    [Verse: Lud Foe]
    Your bitch is a gunner
    Ride foreigns in the summer
    Pop pills, smoke weed
    I’m the plug with the drugs, I got what you need
    Big rims on Tuxs
    Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck
    A dose, shut the lights
    I done dodged fast cars yeah I’m runnin’ lights
    Highspeed, Hellcat
    Hell nah, hella nah ain’t no catchin’ that
    Fuck your bitch from the back
    Hell naw, I ain’t want her you can have her back
    Forgiatos mounted up
    Check a big bag of money then I count it up
    Homicides, zip ’em up
    He ain’t breathin’ tell the coroners go and pick ’em up
    Pull up, slide doors
    Blue strips, open doors
    Designer drugs, designer clothes
    Designer hoes, designer coats
    New whips, pigeon toe
    New ice, rose gold
    New price, show sold
    Bankrolls don’t fold
    Rocks, blows, we sell doughs
    [?] so strong make a junkie itch blow
    Water whippin’, I broke the stove
    Now I got dope residue all on my clothes
    Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too
    You a killer, April Fools
    Nigga get this shit confused you gon’ make the news
    Dealerships, foreign whips
    Cash out, poker chips
    Thick bitch, [?]
    Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk
    These niggas all talk
    Hit the mall [?]
    These niggas throw salt
    They just made cause they broke, ain’t my fault
    Follow the trails, I’m drippin’ sauce
    Leg hangin’ out the car cause my doors off
    He off lean, he dosed off
    He ain’t see me comin’ with that Mossberg sawed off
    Poppin’ pills let me [?]
    Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8
    Pappadeaux and steak
    Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate
    Presidential, Obama
    Naw not the president I’m talkin’ marijuana
    My eyes low off, I’m high off ganja
    Dawg changed, I can’t see you call me Stevie Wonder
    In the strip club throwin’ ones
    I’m standin’ on the bar, showin’ out
    These Gucci shoes ain’t comin’ out
    Donuts, burnt outs
    Nascar, fast car watch the engine ’bout
    See a lame point ’em out
    My homie tweakin’ off the shit, he’ll knock ’em out
    Your time is runnin’ out
    We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house
    I get it by the large amout
    I hit my plug for the drugs if I’m runnin’ out


  • Big Tymers – Lud Foe lyrics

    Lyrics Lud Foe – Big Tymers

    Your b*tch is a gunner
    Ride foreigns in the summer
    Pop pills, smoke weed
    I’m the plug with the drugs, I got what you need
    Big rims on Tuxs
    Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck
    A dose, shut the lights
    I done dodged fast cars yeah I’m runnin’ lights
    Highspeed, Hellcat
    Hell nah, hella nah ain’t no catchin’ that
    f*ck your b*tch from the back
    Hell naw, I ain’t want her you can have her back
    Forgiatos mounted up
    Check a big bag of money then I count it up
    Homicides, zip ’em up
    He ain’t breathin’ tell the coroners go and pick ’em up
    Pull up, slide doors
    Blue strips, open doors
    Designer drugs, designer clothes
    Designer h**s, designer coats
    New whips, pigeon toe
    New ice, rose gold
    New price, show sold
    Bankrolls don’t fold
    Rocks, blows, we sell doughs
    .. so strong make a junkie itch blow
    Water whippin’, I broke the stove
    Now I got dope residue all on my clothes
    Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too
    You a killer, April Fools
    Nigga get this sh*t confused you gon’ make the news
    Dealerships, foreign whips
    Cash out, poker chips
    Thick b*tch, ..
    Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk
    These niggas all talk
    Hit the mall ..
    These niggas throw salt
    They just made cause they broke, ain’t my fault
    Follow the trails, I’m drippin’ sauce
    Leg hangin’ out the car cause my doors off
    He off lean, he dosed off(big tymers)

    He ain’t see me comin’ with that Mossberg sawed off
    Poppin’ pills let me ..
    Got a bad b*tch and she on Section 8
    Pappadeaux and steak
    Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate
    Presidential, Obama versuri-lyrics.info
    Naw not the president I’m talkin’ marijuana
    My eyes low off, I’m high off ganja
    Dawg changed, I can’t see you call me Stevie Wonder
    In the strip club throwin’ ones
    I’m standin’ on the bar, showin’ out
    These Gucci shoes ain’t comin’ out
    Donuts, burnt outs
    Nascar, fast car watch the engine ’bout
    See a lame point ’em out
    My homie tweakin’ off the sh*t, he’ll knock ’em out
    Your time is runnin’ out
    We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house
    I get it by the large amout
    I hit my plug for the drugs if I’m runnin’ outtt.
    Lud Foe lyrics
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  • Lud Foe – Big Tymerz

    [Verse: Lud Foe]
    Your bitch is a gunner
    Ride foreigns in the summer
    Pop pills, smoke weed
    I’m the plug with the drugs, I got what you need
    Big rims on Tuxs
    Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck
    A dose, shut the lights
    I done dodged fast cars yeah I’m runnin’ lights
    Highspeed, Hellcat
    Hell nah, hella nah ain’t no catchin’ that
    Fuck your bitch from the back
    Hell naw, I ain’t want her you can have her back
    Forgiatos mounted up
    Check a big bag of money then I count it up
    Homicides, zip ’em up
    He ain’t breathin’ tell the coroners go and pick ’em up
    Pull up, slide doors
    Blue strips, open doors
    Designer drugs, designer clothes
    Designer hoes, designer coats
    New whips, pigeon toe
    New ice, rose gold
    New price, show sold
    Bankrolls don’t fold
    Rocks, blows, we sell doughs
    [?] so strong make a junkie itch blow
    Water whippin’, I broke the stove
    Now I got dope residue all on my clothes
    Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too
    You a killer, April Fools
    Nigga get this shit confused you gon’ make the news
    Dealerships, foreign whips
    Cash out, poker chips
    Thick bitch, [?]
    Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk
    These niggas all talk
    Hit the mall [?]
    These niggas throw salt
    They just made cause they broke, ain’t my fault
    Follow the trails, I’m drippin’ sauce
    Leg hangin’ out the car cause my doors off
    He off lean, he dosed off
    He ain’t see me comin’ with that Mossberg sawed off
    Poppin’ pills let me [?]
    Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8
    Pappadeaux and steak
    Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate
    Presidential, Obama
    Naw not the president I’m talkin’ marijuana
    My eyes low off, I’m high off ganja
    Dawg changed, I can’t see you call me Stevie Wonder
    In the strip club throwin’ ones
    I’m standin’ on the bar, showin’ out
    These Gucci shoes ain’t comin’ out
    Donuts, burnt outs
    Nascar, fast car watch the engine ’bout
    See a lame point ’em out
    My homie tweakin’ off the shit, he’ll knock ’em out
    Your time is runnin’ out
    We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house
    I get it by the large amout
    I hit my plug for the drugs if I’m runnin’ out