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Lud Foe

"I Am That n*gga"

[Hook]
I got your b*tch and her sister
I put codiene in a swisher
I'll have my shootas come get you
If they find you, (?)
Boy you better believe they won't miss you
I'll remind you b*tch I am that n*gga
I'll remind you b*tch I am that n*gga

[Verse 1]
I went to sleep with a uzi
I got her wet like jacuzzi
You say you a shooter then shoot me
I act a fool with that tooly
My b*tch look better in Louis
But today we might dress up in Gucci
You a actor I'm pausing your movie
It look like my b*tch gaining weight in her booty
Now it's back to the basics, we was selling all the
Junkies the rocks
Before a n*gga touched a pencil in school, ended up
In the trap wit a f*ck ina pot
n*ggas claim they bout that life when they not
All these n*ggas snitching they gone tell on the block
b*tch I'm water whipping raising hell in the pot
A young money maker b*tch I keep me a knot
b*tch I'm leaning pouring four in the pot
She want a baby that b*tch won't feel a drop
FNN with the beam on the top
I hit a n*gga knock his feet out his socks
Watch ya motuh, what you say to me n*gga
I'm on the edge so don't play with me n*gga
Already know I keep that K with me n*gga
And when I go to sleep it lay with me n*gga
Aye
I'm a hand a missol where your house at
I was hiding guns where the couch at
I was on the stove with the seat, work, jugging
Tryna get my touch back
You shoot at me n*gga I'ma bust back
I ain't the one you really wanna fuss at
I ain't the one you wanna kick dust at
You can't name one b*tch I ain't f*ck yet

[Hook]
I got your b*tch and her sister
I put codiene in a swisher
I'll have my shooters come get you
If they find you, (?)
Boy you better believe they won't miss you
I'll remind you b*tch I am that n*gga
I'll remind you b*tch I am that n*gga

[Verse 2]
I hit the club wearing Robins
I got Gucci, Louis, Fendi, and Prada
She tryna get in my pocket
I disciplined a hoe like I was her father
I got some sh*t in my closet
Extened clips, red beams, and binoculars
(?)
(?)
My b*tch a cutie yeah her lipgloss is popping
You want a war with me then we get it popping
And when it's on boy you know ain't no stopping
(?)
Heard somebody was watching
They see me looking like a million dollars
Call my plug and order up me some drugs
And when I get it everybody be shopping
I got your b*tch in a lobby
I got her high off a molly
I got her twerking her body
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerking her body
Fall in the club with some shooters
Glizzy Gang, everybody got rugers
I got the blow for the tooters
Getting money everyday I manuever

[Hook]

[Hook]
I got your b*tch and her sister
I put codiene in a swisher
I'll have my shooters come get you
If they find you, (?)
Boy you better believe they won't miss you
I'll remind you b*tch I am that n*gga
I'll remind you b*tch I am that n*gga

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