Lyrics Ain't Thinking Bout Her - LUD FOE

Ain't Thinking Bout Her

I ain’t thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone
We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home
I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone
Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and its
Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone
Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home
Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome
Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on
What the fuck is wrong with this lil bitch, she won’t leave me lone
Keep texting my phone, she like baby why you do me wrong?
She’s a doggy bitch i’m not the owner but gave her a bone
She just want me cuz she heard my name ring like a telephone
Bitch im in ya house, in ya house
Like i was jerome
If you run your mouth, we’ll turn your crib to a haunted home
I don’t got no spouse, i just met her fucked her on the couch
I be cashing out, and these louis shoes not coming out
I like your dress but take it off
Thick, rich, white hoes in my house
Got a jar of molly from a homie, and i passed them out
I can’t think about these hoes, like my mind broke
That hoe tried to take me out for dinner, i didn’t even go
I always eat on the go, point me to the door
We find out you holding paraphernalia we gone' kick your door
Yo bitch she was on my dick, so i put it on her lip
Nine Eleven with extended clips, too big for my hip
I ain’t thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone
We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home
I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone
Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and its
Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone
Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home
Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome
Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on
I remember i was selling salt, i didn’t have no coke
I remember i was in that cold i didn’t have a coat
I Hit it with the soda watch it float like a sail boat
It always leave an odor in my house, you can smell dope
My old school is classical, its classic like a shell toe
And you ain’t gotta say you going broke i can tell though
Be sure your what we about, we’ll teach you bout running your mouth
Chrome lips they poking out, they kiss bitches right in the mouth
Everytime these hoes run through my house, they always get lost
They rappers faking the game, i already figured them out
Hit the mall and then start cashing out, forget what about
If he ain’t talking about no guop, im not hearing him out
V12 vetral V8, and this motherfucker so fast i can’t keep the wheel straight
I fuck bitches everyday, i went to sleep last night with a bitch woke up to a
new face
I ain’t thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone
We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home
I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone
Selling dubs and sawbucks out this bag and its
Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone
Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home
Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome
Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on