Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eww, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 31.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eww |
| Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? |
| Damn |
| Gang, aye, bitch |
| Niggas ain’t on shit, you know how we rockin' nigga |
| YSN, Young Street Nigga, bitch |
| Straight gang shit, out west 290 shit, aye |
| I’m the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna rob the dope man |
| Bullets make you tap dance, xans make me slow dance |
| Did so many drills, broke the pin in my 4−5th |
| Blunt rollin', gun totin' niggas, we don’t throw hands |
| VIP, I walk inside the club, then I throw bands |
| She gave me a lap dance, but she ain’t use no hands |
| Caught an opp, we blew 'em down, but we ain’t use no fans |
| '74 Cutlass made him thought that I was an old man |
| Minivan, hot head, dread-head, Tarzan |
| Only ride new shit, Cago is a car head |
| Thick bitch, new shit, wettin' up my bed |
| Always a snitch nigga, tell 'em what I did |
| Why the fuck this bitch nigga act like he a hardhead? |
| Over flat, I ain’t tryin' to be around no Harley’s |
| Magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon |
| Red bitch, I don’t give no fucks if she was darkskin |
| We whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that |
| Wrist cling, ear cling, neck cling, all that |
| 50 in this MAC, go bratt, he caught all that |
| Skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that |
| Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww |
| You say yous a trapper boy, you know you get your clone on |
| You can’t sell that dope, 'cause they know that shit stepped on |
| Murk in the club, bitch, your head gon' get stepped on |
| Bullets rip your chest, should’ve wore you a Teflon |
| Concrete soakin' up your blood like a tampon |
| Young nigga trappin' on that curb with my Mikes on |
| Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww |
| Bitch, when I get in that 'Cat, I’ma clap, where her walls at |
| Nigga, if you snitch, yous a rat, what we call that |
| I just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at? |
| All these niggas dissin' on the net, but where y’all at? |
| Boy, you out there trappin', I’ma put this TEC where your skull at |
| I fuck her from the back, never call back, call back |
| Teabag, made her lick my ballsack, where her halls at |
| Green beam on your bald cap, nigga, fall back |
| Please don’t say none crazy 'cause the police got my phone tapped |
| Better not get caught over, if fuckboy don’t use the wrong map |
| Your momma on the way over here to give me some of that grown back |
| Fuck her for an hour, you’d think Stella got her groove back |
| Aggravated battery on this Pyrex, bitch, I blue stacks |
| Ewwwww |
| got his shit 'cross the border, haha |
| Now how, hahahahahaha |
| Straight gang shit, nigga |
| Gang, gang |