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Correct Killa Season Lyrics
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Lud Foe
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[Intro : Lud Foe] Outwest 290 shit nigga you know how Im rocking nigga Get your guns up get your funds up You on that opp shit get mop stick bitch straight gang shit No hook lets get it [Verse 1: Lud Foe] Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young niggas kill for no reason Its the killer season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk shit call me Lebron I be on the hide out when the police come leave a fuck nigga bloody he gon' need a tampon Ian playing with no nigga no nigga no nigga x2 Bitch Im creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me They gassed him up Ima put that nigga back on E Hit the club mugged up bitch Im high off E These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me Point me to the nigga say he gon' smash on me These fuck niggas fu, turnt they back fast on me The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang) These niggas soft, bitch Im grinding like Im Tony Hawk We hit yo block, double back, all we see is chalk These niggas lie on them tracks all they do is talk Nigga better use your head before we knock it off I get loose in this coupe bitch my roof missing, ain't no competition niggas snitching call em stoop pidgeons These niggas fu and they cool with it Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it This street shit, bitch Im too in it Say you riding foreigns but Im knowing that shit too rented We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted Slide back that door Ima shoot this bitch for two minutes Free my niggas out the jail cell until they free Ima raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there I grew up in the slums we had [?] and welfare Gang banging on some Foe shit Ima rich nigga ion want no broke bitch dressed in all black like Im Eazy E shout out to my jeweler got me looking like Im Mr. T Alotta niggas breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make him rest in peace Hungry nigga eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, Ima dog on a bitch walk up with a leash [Verse 2: Lud Foe] Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy Fuck a deal i go independent call me Webbie Im sipping on this 1738 like Fetty I keep a hollow in the chamber bitch Im always ready Im always getting some money Im about my fetty Bitch you gon' suck my dick or what doing all that frontin' that pussy boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting Trapping like a fool so mechanic with a tool Snooze, get put on the news let this rap shit fool you Preacher man Im the teacher man Im gone school you remember being a broke nigga made me easy to lose a bitch Now Im getting money and I love to confuse a bitch I make her work for me my daddy told me to use a Bitch Think twice before you lose your life in this music shit I get so much money I don't know what to do with it If you ain't getting no money i can put you in tune with it I sweep you off yo feet, bitch this mac got a broom in it Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting shit Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it Bitch I been the hottest and I already proven it Water whip the bowl bitch I put the spoon in it Can't fit in my circle nigga it ain't no room in it and i won't hit the club if i can't get my tool in it Bitch Im young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the lambo, limo you get stretched bitch Ima young nigga fucking vets, he get in that jam and confess That pussy boy got put to rest I just want the money you can keep the rest Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed Doing all that sneak dissing bitch we gon' bump heads We Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas i dont even wear bought em for what Niggas dissing on my name cause I got some fame I got perfect aim leave yo ass in alotta pain Call my jeweler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains I line a nigga up what i see Alotta brains Smoking reefer like Im Wiz Khalifa bitch paper planes We hit the club on some gang bang shit run a train on yo bitch let my whole gang hit Niggas tryna steal my shit everybody know I started that no hook shit Im in Chiraq bitch that's as real as it get Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap or you get hit He gon' need a shit bag when he shit Line a nigga ass up and i didn't miss
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