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Lud Foe

Coolin' With My Shooters

 

Coolin' With My Shooters

(álbum: Welcome 2 Chiraq: Lud Foe Edition - 2016)


[Hook:]
I'm cooling with my shooters, we wilding, we young and ruthless
I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)
We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)
The police can't stop us, let a fuck nigga try and rob us
And he gon' lose his life damn right, he gon' end up in a mid-life crisis
I'm riding with this fully loaded choppa, it's a homicide I'm finna fuck a opp up, he an informant get his whole hood locked up
Red tape getcha neighborhood blocked up
I'm cooling with my shooters, we wilding, we young and ruthless
I'm from out west where we gang bang (gang bang)
We from the slums so we slang caine (slang cocaine)

High speed on the police in a Lamborghini,watch me get Houdini like they never seen me
I got bitches sayin they love me and they never seen me, I rock my ice in public freezing I think I'm anemic
I hit you with this chopper I leave you paraplegic, I never fear, eye-ball the work, fuck a scale
I fuck her from the back, pull on her pony-tail, you'd think I'm Santa Claus the way my name ringing bells
Gold shower on a hoe like I'm R. Kell, I get it straight off the boat I'm the cartel
Bring the money to the door it's a drug deal, I can't get no sleep I'm up geekin off this X-pill
You don't wanna find out how that tec feel, I told her suck my dick I wanna see how her neck feel
I've been chasin money all day I can't stand still, I run them bands up I'm something like a treadmill

[Hook]

Put this sword through yo face like I'm kill bill, I'm a hot nigga I ain't got no chill
Young street nigga give a fuck about a deal, this nigga say he want a feature that's a quarter mill
Free my niggas out that cell hope they get that appeal, switching lanes in a rari I almost broke the wheel
I'm always yelling boochie gang on my adlibs, I hit the club I make it rain like a fire drill
Red beam on your nose call ya Rudolph, before you step inside my office take ya shoes off
Trappin on them corners I was tryna get them clothes off, I just want some top ain't no need to take yo clothes off
And since I'm getting money now I buy all the stores out
It's out west 290 you want smoke you get blowed down
When I get that work then I'm floodin the whole town, to kill one to shoot if he miss I'm a rebound

[Hook]

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