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  • Lud Foe – Fucked Up Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Outwest 290 shit bitch, No hooks
    No hooks part 2 bitch you know how I’m rocking nigga
    Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how im rocking nigga
    Get yo’ guns up, Get yo’ funds up
    You on that opp shit, get mop sticked bitch
    Aye

    [Verse 1]
    Man these niggas got me fucked up
    Boy you better get your bucks up
    You ain’t eating boy you fucked up
    We dont carry nunchucks, ladies man make these bitches lust us
    You say you with you but your un-cuffed
    30’s on a truck, wheels big like a school bus
    Give my hitman 10 grand he’ll shoot sum
    Bag on your head, you get did by a broke nigga
    Go to war with anybody we ain’t scared of no nigga
    Homicides we do drive by’s off the 4 wheeler
    Hit the block double back, finna shoot some more niggas
    I don’t like to talk about the shit so i show niggas
    They don’t look familiar i don’t even know niggas
    We run up in that nigga house
    Kick the door, get the dough
    Snuck in the club with my snug nose 44′
    If you don’t add no water to your money plan it won’t grow
    Fucked his hoe, but if you ask her name bet i won’t know
    I just bought a new Glock with a laser, and i keep that bitch on my hip like a pager
    New bitch with some big lips like fantasia
    When we catch you lackin’ won’t be no one there to save you
    Holes in you like a doughnut, bullets glaze you
    She ain’t never seen this much money i amazed her
    Black nigga fucking white hoes like im flavor
    Got so many acres that i don’t got no neighbors
    Ballin so damn hard like i play for the Lakers
    You not on your feet, pump fake for the fakers
    Bitch im from chiraq where its killers and rapers
    Line his ass up, leave a nigga with a taper
    Drinking henn, dope to the dome fuck a chaser
    She can run for president, i still won’t chase her
    I’m still in that trap, at the table with my razor
    I can’t take no shorts, and you can’t get no favors
    Ice around my neck, gold cuban cost 2 sum
    Run off with a nigga bitch then i have a twosome
    Kick a nigga door down come back boosome
    Trap still open, in case a junkie wanna twosome
    We drinking henny, give the margaritas to the eaters
    We ride with heaters, you a follower im a leader
    He’s a house nigga, Family Guy like peter
    200 on the dash, bitch i did the whole meter
    I don’t love her, imma leave her cause i don’t need her
    My new nina, very friendly who wanna meet her
    She’s a cheater she’ll fuck you then fuck your people
    Lets have a threesome with 40 nina and desert eagle
    [?]
    And then we leave you in the bushes with all the beetles
    Im in the trap house serving junkies and shooting needles
    You get down and lay down nigga like Benny Siegel

    [Outro]
    Fucked up Fucked up
    Man these niggas got me fucked up
    Fucked up Fucked up
    Man these niggas got me fucked up


  • Kano – Hurt

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    [Verse 1]

    I got the power, this is my Austin hour
    I floss material, hot for hours
    I’m fire, I can’t be fired
    Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
    I’m flyer, LV buyer
    You can see me on your LG
    It’s like a riot, my shields are real
    Rider, popping that (?)
    I hit the stage I do this well
    You too so I got coupes as well
    Come to my show and prove to yourself
    Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
    Cause they can’t understand other guys
    Like the baby out of Family Guy
    I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
    Just think that I’m actually fly
    I deliver these lines with impact when I write
    Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
    And OK you’re rapping alright
    But I ain’t practising mine
    I got flows for days, bars for weeks
    I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
    Cash rules everything around me baby
    Got my circle bun like Audi baby

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself


  • Kano – Hurt Lyrics

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    [Verse 1]

    I got the power, this is my Austin hour
    I floss material, hot for hours
    I’m fire, I can’t be fired
    Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
    I’m flyer, LV buyer
    You can see me on your LG
    It’s like a riot, my shields are real
    Rider, popping that (?)
    I hit the stage I do this well
    You too so I got coupes as well
    Come to my show and prove to yourself
    Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
    Cause they can’t understand other guys
    Like the baby out of Family Guy
    I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
    Just think that I’m actually fly
    I deliver these lines with impact when I write
    Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
    And OK you’re rapping alright
    But I ain’t practising mine
    I got flows for days, bars for weeks
    I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
    Cash rules everything around me baby
    Got my circle bun like Audi baby

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself