Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Thinking Bout Her, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |