Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find Me, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Find Me |
| Ayy |
| Out West shit, nigga |
| Bitch, bitch |
| It’s chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo |
| You broke, we got nothin' in common, I’m not respondin' |
| Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that’s why I’m shinin' |
| Investigators lookin' for me, they’ll never find me |
| It’s chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo |
| You broke, we got nothin' in common, I’m not respondin' |
| Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that’s why I’m shinin' |
| Investigators lookin' for me, they’ll never find me |
| Smokin' on a blunt the same size as my son |
| Flip flop paint, watch it change in the sun |
| Pyrex pot left a first degree burn |
| Forgiatos big so they rub when I turn |
| Paid a pretty penny for my necklace and my charm |
| Pounds comin' in, bitch, we growin' it on a farm |
| This shit that I’m sellin' is life threatenin' |
| Junkies eat the dope for breakfast like jam and jelly |
| Hit the gas, puttin' the hurt in on these Pirellis |
| Servin' junkies powdered dope gave me a chubby belly |
| I sprained my wrist in the pot, water whip like I’m a chemist |
| No, you ain’t no motherfuckin' trapper, don’t portray the image |
| 'Cause we know that you’re not |
| Four stoves cookin', bitch, don’t touch it while it’s hot |
| I got buckshots in the shotty, I’m goin' Scottie |
| Set up shop on the opps while they in the party |
| Wait outside in a hot car with full throtty' |
| Sell your ass a brick of quicksand, aha, I got him |
| Tats on my face to let you know I’m gang gang |
| XD 40 with the infrared beam |
| Fishbowl in the McLaren and I’m sittin' on them things |
| This watch that I’m wearin' cost a hundred but it’s plain |
| It’s chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo |
| You broke, we got nothin' in common, I’m not respondin' |
| Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that’s why I’m shinin' |
| Investigators lookin' for me, they’ll never find me |
| It’s chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo |
| You broke, we got nothin' in common, I’m not respondin' |
| Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that’s why I’m shinin' |
| Investigators lookin' for me, they’ll never find me |
| Try to rob me, tough luck, you must be a dumb fuck |
| Engine in the trunk trunk, luggage in the front front |
| Bitch so thick, see the ass from the front front |
| Send your homie off and get his head Willie Lump Lump |
| I like my bitches ratchet, they freaky and they nasty |
| I might rob you for all that shit, you think you finna tax me |
| Club goin' up up, comin' through the side door |
| Shoot your block up up, pull up then I slide, though |
| Dope fiends everywhere, even in the bathroom |
| I bankroll on my teacher then he’ll put me out the classroom |
| VVS’s on my neck and wrist, this jewelry custom |
| Ridin' with some shit up in the whip that make your block boom |
| It’s chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo |
| You broke, we got nothin' in common, I’m not respondin' |
| Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that’s why I’m shinin' |
| Investigators lookin' for me, they’ll never find me |
| It’s chilly, I wear Gucci bomber, the Ferragamo |
| You broke, we got nothin' in common, I’m not respondin' |
| Fuck a check up on some diamonds, that’s why I’m shinin' |
| Investigators lookin' for me, they’ll never find me |