Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suicide , by - LUD FOE. Release date: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suicide |
| I don’t feel that nigga, he don’t feel himself |
| When we get on his ass make a fuck nigga kill himself |
| I got that thang on me, I just let it hang out |
| A nigga run up on me wrong, its gon' be a bang out |
| I’m a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out |
| I be on that hot shit, bring the propaine out |
| I pour some honey on a snow bunny |
| Then I send her on the road just to hold for me |
| Come with shorts lil bitch, I need some more money |
| I got money growing roots, yeah that’s old money |
| I’m ridin' big whips they call me lil wheel |
| And you know I keep a tool like I’m bob the builder |
| Late night, war time, bring them thangs out |
| Make a fuck nigga blow his own brains out |
| Make a fuck nigga «X"his own name out |
| They was sleepin' on me when I first came out |
| They tryna see how far go from where I came now |
| These rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now |
| We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house |
| Ain’t nobody put no food in my momma house |
| I was all on my own, kidd helped me out |
| I heard you gettin' a lil money but you runnin' out |
| Thought it was funny then, do you think its funny now? |
| If you ain’t hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now? |
| We pull up on your ass, don’t be runnin' out |
| European ass clip, ain’t runnin' out |
| Ridin' European ass whips I brought the 40's out |
| These hoes like a nigga swag, I’m havin' orgies now |
| I jumped off that porch at a early age |
| Fuck around and lose your life, actin' too brave |
| Bad boy, I done felt my daddy 12 gauge |
| With the juvenile, I got out on a rampage |
| Bitch I’m too cut, might need bandades |
| Wassup with all these niggas tryna throw shade? |
| All I see is blue cheese through these new shades |
| You still on that old shit, I’m on a new page |
| I be dogging all the hoes, I need a new cage |
| I’m ridin' in that big body, I need two lanes |
| You’de think I rob casino, got so many chips |
| You’de think I was a slave, got so many whips |
| You’de think I was a Frito, got so many dips |
| Gun so big, can even fit on my hip |
| Hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin' |
| If we can’t get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin' |
| She like my pimp walk, she like the way I’m livin' |
| I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention |
| I’m out west 290 nigga mind your business |
| How the fuck is them your niggas if you in competetion? |
| How the fuck is you a killer if you ain’t kill the witness? |
| Already know I’m blowin' up you, just at back, a witness |
| Fuck around make me send my shorties on a mission |
| I lost my uncle Boochie and I’m still trippin' |
| I guess that be the reason why I’m still sippin' |
| You get killed for your chips nigga now I’m dippin' |
| Long nose '45, Scottie Pippen |
| Alotta bodies on that bitch and we still drillin' |
| You a beginner, you a pretender, I’m a sinner |
| Mouse trap for a master splinter ass nigga |
| We ride 40's all these bad hoes adore me |
| Young nigga, I lost my mind when I was a shorty |
| I just put some new bullets in a old forty |
| And if he holdin' on that work we’ll poke shorty |
| Like he was a backwood, we’ll smoke shorty |
| And hell nah, we ain’t friendly, I don’t know shorty |
| I got alotta shorties that a blow for me |
| So don’t say what you don’t mean if you ain’t on nun' |
| This bitch keep on yellin' out smoke some |
| I told that bitch to bend it over, let me poke some |
| If the police snatch me up, I don’t know nun' |
| And lock me in I’m boundin' out, that ain’t no money |
| You comedian ass nigga, you think you so funny |
| So many carats in my chain, I attract bunnies |
| Flow like a bumble bee, I attrack the honeys |
| I rob the plug, now I got the trap house jumpin' |
| We beat down your door like Jehova witness |
| I drive a old-school like a senior citizen |
| I try to tell these fuck niggas, they ain’t wanna listen |
| Ain’t gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin' |
| I’m YSN bitch, young street nigga |
| How you leave your home and you ain’t got your heat with you |
| If you ain’t get no money I don’t wanna meet with you |
| You ain’t a real nigga I don’t wanna eat with you |
| I’m a cold-hearted nigga, I might let that heat hit you |
| My momma always told me, son don’t let them streets get you |
| Already too late, 'cus I’m a street nigga |
| Turn your location on, we can meet nigga |
| I don’t rap beef, I leave it in the streets nigga |
| And you don’t clap heat, you just a wannabe nigga |