Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poof, artist - LUD FOE.
Date of issue: 31.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poof |
Aye, out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I’m rockin', nigga |
Get your guns up, get your funds up, you on that opp shit, get mopsticked, bitch |
YSN, young street nigga, aye |
This bitch say she like my watch, bitch say she like my car |
Ridin' solo dolo but I’m hangin' out with my Glock |
Police got behind me, did I pull over? Hell naw |
I might bust my dashboard, get up with me, fuck y’all |
I pull up on you at the light, then I leave you at the light |
Slidin' off, your shit crash, in the sidewalk, all in the grass |
I’m in the club, high off drugs, bitch nigga better not mean mug |
Security ain’t even search me, I just snuck past him with the snuff |
Told that bitch I like her sundress and I take it off |
I aim at your head, chopper make a mess, take it off |
Sniper on the roof, roof, with this bitch, I’m a dog |
There was fleas on your ass, nigga, you wan' bite 'em off |
I got shorties on my payroll, get your halo, they knock you off |
My bitch, I feel like John Gotti, I might catch me a new body |
If you ain’t 'bout gettin' money, nigga, then you need to find you a new hobby |
Whole lotta money, whole lotta gold, like I sold my soul to the Illuminati |
Pussy nigga this a Ferrari, this ain’t no Maserati |
My bitch got one hell of a body, she foreign like Bugatti |
Alexander McQueen 'cause, bitch, I’m a designer fiend |
I buy Balmains, expensive jeans and I fill 'em with Gs |
Aye, my car go poof, it ain’t got no roof |
Niggas say you’re gettin' money but yeen no proof |
Pussy nigga fuck with me then your life go poof |
I’m a player, don’t be surprised if your bitch go poof |
And if you’re icy to me, your neck and wrist go poof |
The police tryna build a case but they ain’t got no proof |
I’ll fuck his bitch 'til she drown and she ain’t got no juice |
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' on my level that’s a hell of a stoop |
Aye, your racks go poof, then your sack go poof |
Tryna run from me, chopper make your back go poof |
The police chasin' me, I make this beat, 12 on poof |
We put niggas on a stretcher now they callin' for truce |
I’m mixin' Hennessy with pills, bitch, I’m high off the deuce |
Them niggas lyin' in they rhymes, they ain’t tellin' the truth |
I got a ugly bag, boy, I bought your bitch bag |
I got a ugly swag, my designer a mismatch |
We just pull up on a nigga block with 100 shots, then the 100 train comin' |
I fuck a bitch, never call her back, tell her that I love her, I was game |
runnin' |
She ate my dick up, bon apetit, bitch got a tongue like Cardi B |
Infrared beams on everything, might be red, might be green |
Bowleg bitch might be thick, might be slim, might be lean |
I don’t sip lean, but I pop beans, feelin' like I’m high off everything |
Foe’nem leave no witnesses, we be shootin' up everything |
Fuck a bitch 'cause I’m married to the game, only way I buy a wedding ring |
Run up on a nigga house, put the 4 nickel in a nigga mouth |
Told him, «Give me all that shit», took so much dope, I ain’t runnin' out |
You want the shoes on my feet, well, they ain’t even comin' out |
Rappin' shit you ain’t bout, these rap niggas love doin' shit for the clout |
Niggas loose at the mouth |
My car go poof, it ain’t got no roof |
Niggas say you’re gettin' money but yeen no proof |
Pussy nigga fuck with me then your life go poof |
I’m a player, don’t be surprised if your bitch go poof |
And if you’re icy to me, your neck and wrist go poof |
The police tryna build a case but they ain’t got no proof |
I’ll fuck his bitch 'til she drown and she ain’t got no juice |
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' on my level that’s a hell of a stoop |
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch |
Out west 290 shit, you know how I’m rockin', nigga |
Get your guns up, get your funds up |
You on that opp shit, get mop sticked |
Spvnk on the beat |
Drum Dealers |