Lyrics Lud Foe - Ain't Thinking Bout Her And Video

Lyrics And Videos Lud Foe - Ain't Thinking Bout Her

Lud Foe - Ain't Thinking Bout Her

(Hook) i ain't thinking bout no bitch left that bitch alone we got glizzys in this bitch you left yo shit at home i got dope fiens in my trap got dope fiens on the phone selling dubs and its almost gone utah jazz shoot up all in yo face like im karl malone call my lawyer baby beat my case im coming home loui bag fill it up with hundreds drop it on ya dome expensive cologne drop the fragrance then i spent it on

(Verse) what the fuck wrong with this lil bitch she want leave me lone she keep texting my phone she like baby why you do me wrong shes a doggy bitch im not the owener gave that bitch a bone she just want me cause my name ring like a telephone bitch im in ya house in ya house like i was ya room if you run yo mouth we turn ya house into a haunted home i ain't got no spouse just meet her fucked her on the couch we cashing out and these loui shoes not coming out i like yo dress but take it off thick rich white hoes at my house gotta draw a molly from my homie then i pass em out i can't think about these hoes like my mind broke that hoe tryed to take me out for dinner but i didn't go i always eat on the go point me to the door if qwe find out you hold perfinila we kick in ya door yo bitch was on my dick so i put it on her lips 9 11 with extended clip two bigs on my hip

(Hook) i ain't thinking bout no bitch left that bitch alone we got glizzys in this bith you left yo shit at home i got dope fiens in my trap got dope fiens on the phone selling dubs and its almost gone utah jazz shoot up all in yo face like im karl malone call my lawyer baby beat my case im coming home loui bag fill it up with hundreds drop it on ya dome exspensive colonge drop the fragrance then i spray it on
Verse i remeber i was selling soap i ain't have no coat i remeber i was in the cold i ain't have no coat hit it with the soda watch it float like it was a sailboat it always leave a odor in my house you can smell dope my old school classical classic like a shell toe and you ain't gotta say you going broke i can tell tho we show you what we about we teach you bout running yo mouth chrome lips poking out they kiss bitchs in the mouth every time these hoes run threw my house they get lost these rappers fake in the game i already done figured them out hit the mall then start cashing out forget what i brought if he ain't talking bout no gwuap i ain't hearing him out v12 vs yo v8 and this motherfucker so fast i can't keep the wheels straight i fuck bitches everyday i went to sleep last night with a bitch woke up to a new face
Hook i ain't thinking bout no bitch left that bitch alone we got glizzys in this bith you left yo shit at home i got dope fiens in my trap got dope fiens on the phone selling dubs and it almost gone utah jazz shoot up all in yo face like im karl malone call my lawyer baby beat my case im coming home loui bag fill it up with hundreds drop it on ya dome exspensive colonge drop the fragrance then i spray it on



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