Tag: Lud Foe


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
Video tymers


Lud Foe – Go Broke (Get Well Foe Album)


[Intro]
GRRROAW BOW BOW!
(Skrr! Skrr!)
YOUNG STREET NIGGA!
YSN, Bitch, OutWest 290 Shit, Nigga, Yu Know How I’m Rockin, Nigga
Get Yo Guns Up, Get Yo Funds Up, Yu Onnat Opp Shit, Get Mopstick, BITCH! Straight GANG Shit!
(Betta Use Yo Head Fo’ We Knock It Off, Nigga)
Lud Foe..Boochie Gang…Aye..BITCH!

[Hook]
Before I Go Broke, Yo Block Get Poked
She Fell In Love With Me, Her Heart Got Broke
I Fell In Love With Money, I’m Always Stuntin’
Nigga Try To Take It From Me, I Bet He Get Smoked
I Grew Up As A Fuckin’ Screw Up, Bitch My Mind Loose
He Like He Don’t Fuck With Me Cause He Ain’t Got The Time To
I Can Take A Nigga Bitch And I Ain’t Even Tryin’ To
We Travelin’ State To State, Nigga, We Gon’ Come And Find You!
NIGGA!

[Verse 1]
I Heard You Lookin’ For Me, Pussy Nigga, I’m Behind You
I’m A Young Nigga With A Check, I Could Sign You
I Was Only 4 Feet, Mobbed With Some OGs
Youngest Nigga On The Block, Runnin’ From The Police
Bitch, I’m Ridin’ Wit This Pole! Hit The Strip Club, Bitches Shake That Ass, Jell-O!!
Bitch, I’m Sumn Like A Scarecrow, Fuck Her From The Back, Pull Her Tracks, Where Her Hair Go?
Ridin’ Foreigns Cause I Sell Dope, He Say He Been Trappin’ All Day, But He Still Broke
Ya Dope Too Weak, Ya Block Too Slow! Eat My Dust, Burn Rubber, Boy, Ya Car Too Slow!
Bitch, I’m Ridin With A Double Felon, In The Whip 2 Deep, Just Me And A MAC .11
Pull Up On Yo Bitch In A Q7, Grew Up As A Demon, But I Still Hope I Go To Heaven

[Hook]
Before I Go Broke, Yo Block Get Poked
She Fell In Love With Me, Her Heart Got Broke
I Fell In Love With Money, I’m Always Stuntin’
Nigga Try To Take It From Me, I Bet He Get Smoked
I Grew Up As A Fuckin’ Screw Up, Bitch My Mind Loose
He Like He Don’t Fuck With Me Cause He Ain’t Got The Time To
I Can Take A Nigga Bitch And I Ain’t Even Tryin’ To
We Travelin’ State To State, Nigga, We Gon’ Come And Find You!
NIGGA!

[Verse 2]
Turned Me Out When I Was Like 7
Shot A Couple Niggas In Juvenile, I Was A Felon!
If The Dope Don’t Lock, Ima Re-Rock The Work!
We Gon Pull Up On Yo Block Puttin’ These Glocks To Work
You Say My Name Wrong In Ya Song, Fuck ‘Round Get Murked!
Send My Youngins On A Mission, You Know They Love To Lurk!
Tryna Fuck A Bitch Friend, I Can’t Help I’m A Flirt!
I Get Cabbage, You A Faggot, You Get Knocked Out Tha Skirt!
I’m The Plug Sendin’ Packages All Across The Earth, Gang!
Boy, Don’t Fuck With Us If You Don’t Gangbang!
Started From The Bottom, And I’m Still With The Same Gang
Pills Got Me Higher Than A MUHHFUCKIN’ Airplane!
Pillow Talkin’ To These Hoes, Boy, You Too Soft!
Aim At Yo Top, Knock Yo Muhhfuckin’ Roof Off!
You Got A Gun, Better Blow Sumn
Hollows Leave Holes In A Nigga Like A DONUT, GANG!

[Hook]
Before I Go Broke, Yo Block Get Poked
She Fell In Love With Me, Her Heart Got Broke
I Fell In Love With Money, I’m Always Stuntin’
Nigga Try To Take It From Me, I Bet He Get Smoked
I Grew Up As A Fuckin’ Screw Up, Bitch My Mind Loose
He Like He Don’t Fuck With Me Cause He Ain’t Got The Time To
I Can Take A Nigga Bitch And I Ain’t Even Tryin’ To
We Travelin’ State To State, Nigga, We Gon’ Come And Find You!
NIGGA!


Fvcked up – Lud Foe lyrics


Lyrics Lud Foe – Fvcked up

I just bought a new glock with the laser.
Keep that b*tch on my waist like a pager.
New b*tch with some big lips like Fantasia.
Catch you lacking, nobody here to save yaaa.
(fvcked up)
Lud Foe lyrics
Video up


CHANCE THE RAPPER – I Shoulda Left You lyrics


Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that fake flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Jeremih & Chance The Rapper feat. Lud Foe – I Shoulda Left You Lyrics


(Intro – Chance The Rapper)
IGH! What? Why you following me?
Where you think
Ain’t you Ugh

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are talkin bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 1 – Lud Foe)
Ni**as been hating since 2014
Cause they ain’t wanna see a younging on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bi**h yet say she done with me
Bi**h keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she honor me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A ni**a diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 2 – Jeremih)
F**k 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got bout 20 16s
We gon leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must s**k to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, acting like she 16
Leave that fake flexing up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby, sliding in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jamming, swear I got bout six rings

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 3 – Chance The Rapper)
You a throwback with your old ass
Talking bout, We go back
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a f**k, go way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass working that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in 08?
Now I’m bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
Three feet, no pressure, no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Outro – Jeremih)
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Chance The Rapper & Jeremih – I Shoulda Left You


[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that fake flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, "We go back"
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Outro: Jeremih]
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Chance The Rapper – I Shoulda Left You lyrics


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Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a golo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that bitch, flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your babies
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah