Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Water , by - LUD FOE. Release date: 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 |