Lud Foe

"Puffy"

[Chorus]
Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G
Feel like Ray Charles, n***as ain't seein' me
f**k your homie, he dead, b*t*h I'm in a brand new Bentley
And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me
Feel like Puffy, feel like B.I.G
Feel like Ray Charles, n***as ain't seein' me
f**k your homie, he dead, b*t*h I'm in a brand new Bentley
And I ain't lowkey, in my fishbowl, you gon' see me

[Verse 1]
n***as pu**y
2K18, kill a n***a, you a rookie
I aim at your head, try to knock it off, if God was with you ,you lucky (lucky b*t*h)
I dare any n***a touch me, I got shooters on payroll
I leave your ass with a halo, b*t*h I got bread like a bagel
I be rollin' off pills, I be higher than Fabo
f**kin' your b*t*h on her new kitchen table
I pull out and bust a nut on her navel, ayy
He say he gon' shoot when he see me
I hope he know I'm goin' out with a bang
She suck my d**k and I grip on her bangs
She ain't never even tell me her name, ayy
Oh she want some fame? oh she want some fame?
f**k you on Live, pass you to the gang
You ain't 'bout that action, just stay in your lane

You diss on my name, oh you want some clout?
We run in your house, put gun in your mouth
We killin' every living thing in your house, uh
I got some shooters out west, uh
I got some shooters out south
Watch what you say and get hit in your mouth
She mumblin', she got my d**k in her mouth
You ain't a street n***a so how can I vouch you?
Huh, my b*t*h got a gun in her pouch
And it's four-five, bullets like your size
f**k with me wrong and I'm spittin' 'em out
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