Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Water, artist - LUD FOE.
Date of issue: 31.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Water |
Spank on the beat |
Gang, out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I’m rockin' nigga |
No Hooks Part 2, bitch, get your guns up, get your funds up |
You on that opp shit, get mop stick, aye |
Pulled up in a 'vert, hop out with no shirt, aye, aye |
Pulled up in a 'vette, hop out with a 'vette, aye, aye |
Water on my wrist, water on my neck, aye |
Paint wet, like my car just left the laundromat, aye, aye |
Click clack, lease don’t party whack |
I got X pills, this a party pack |
When these hoes see me they have heart attacks |
Star like Emmit, but I ain’t no running back |
Just throw the pussy at me, I’m gon' punish that |
Riding with this MAC, yeah, it’s black like Bernie Mac |
We ride foreigns, you ride Pontiac |
You drink Vodka, we sip Cognac |
Smoke OG like I got cataracts |
Might OD or have a asthma attack |
I fuck foreign hoes, you fuck alley rats |
Parallel park, foreign cars come back to back |
Run up on me you know what happens after that |
I rock Gucci, you rock, aye |
Pull up with your bitch, scratch her off the list, aye, aye |
Bankroll so big, I can’t make a fist, aye, aye |
Fill a hoe with Remy till she gotta take a piss, aye (shit) |
Niggas scared to see me, so they gotta make a diss, aye |
If you want the money, you might have to take a risk, aye |
Pussy wet like water, got me feeling like a fish |
My homie hit your hoe, I got next on her neck |
Already caught your homie, you got next on this TEC |
Put revolver to your head, let’s play Russian Roulette |
Bitch, I am the plug, better yet, the connect |
All this fucking money on me got my pockets on fat |
Pussy nigga, if you gangbang, then throw up your set |
Free my niggas out the chain gang, got me upset |
You can go and ask anybody if they know me |
Grew up 'round some real niggas, and they coached me |
Better go and get the steel before you approach me |
Dressed like a dope dealer, looking like a whole key |
TEC-9 with the shoe strings, too big for my jeans |
She keep yelling, she in love, I don’t know what that means |
Listen, lil lady, I’m too big for your motherfucking dreams |
Can’t sleep in my trap, take cat naps, and wake up to fiends |
I get the blender, get the, then I check the degrees |
She on her knees, got her yelling, «Please, give it to me» |
But if they catch it, baby girl, you ain’t get it from me |
Nigga, I can’t show you no love, it wasn’t given to me |
Can’t be your boyfriend, bitch, don’t catch no feelings for me |
Last nigga wanted beef, he deceased, resting in peace |
I got my dog off the leash, aye, look, bitch, I’m a beast |
Bitch, I tote a iron in these streets, I give you a crease |
We pull on your block with no heat, stop popping like grease |
The murder rate’s gonna increase, we not squashing no beef |
Your bitch a freak, wet like the sea, soak up the sheets |
My clip hold 50, you and your homie get 25 a piece |
While you standing in the club line, we walking past you |
Look, baby, why you say your name? |
I never asked you |
And if you is a bad bitch, I probably smashed you |
A lot of niggas spit game, I never had to |
Bling, bling, my jewellery looking like some ice water |
Sitting on some water, floating with somebody daughter |
I already had like 40 points in the first quarter |
I’m in the AA Audi like the movie Transporter |
I ain’t thinking 'bout no hoes 'cause I fuck 'em and get rid of those |
Call 'em throwaways 'cause we use them and get rid of those |
Chevy sitting on 4s, Forgiatos, yeah, they pigeon toes |
You play with your nose, all those blows, I get rid of those |
I walk inside the club, I’m iced up, nigga |
Security already know we piped up, nigga |
You mug in this bitch, you get your life took, nigga |
Leave my clip zero like Westbrook, nigga |
Gang |
Gang, gang, gang |