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Lud Foe – War Season lyrics
( Various Intro Noises and Shoutouts )
Verse One: Lud Foe
I ball like I'm Kobe bitch
I dunk like Ginobili bitch
I pulled up on a forgi' bitch
These hoes know I'm havin' shit
I be on that savage shit
I kidnap you and clap yo bitch
It might be with a 50 clip
That bitch keep falling off my hip
Shoot at me I'm shooting back
Fuck ya bitch and give her back
I make these hoes catch heart attacks
When I pull up in foreign shits
I hop out with a foreign bitch
Robin Jeans be dancin-see me
Bitches say I'm handsome
My [?] is a mansion
Verse Two: Lud Foe
I slam dunk broke the rim
I slam dunk broke the rim
If a nigga sneak dissing
He don't know who I am
Try'na rob through your mansion
My young boys lay ya down
I fucked all of these bitches
Now I'm no where around
Bitch we rollin off Mollies
We ballin like Fe Fe
Fucked yo bitch in the party
And she ain't never seen me
Gotch' ya hoe off the mollies
She got us on repeat
No I dont love no thotties
Yeah I know shes a eat, eat
Verse Three: Nephew
War season, no lettin' up
You bitch niggas ain't breathing
Come through that bitch and dump every month of the season
My niggas be leavin, war'in for no reason
You talkin out the side of yo ass I will leave you
Hunned' lil niggas they gon shoot
Free the guys who I salute
I ball like Dwayne Wade
I shoot like I'm D. Rose
Just bought a designer fitted
And copped me some new poles
And got me some new hoes
The chevy, the four doors
Raise the windows down
And blow poles, we load foes
Verse Four: Nephew
Grippin on this hunna'matic clip
My niggas they too legit
Fuck around, you gon' get hit
Bitch nigga, you run yo lips
My niggas they get that cash
Bitch nigga, we check the bag
Fuck around you gon' get bagged
Yeah they got a fuckin' tag
Verse Five: Lud Foe
Promethazine get the best of me
The flats get the best of me
Warned you niggas bout testin' me
Cooking dope, fuck a recipe
Got yo bitch sittin' next to me
You get whacked if you mess wit' me
I ball hard fuck the referee..
(Outro)
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck a referee
You get whacked if you mess wit' me
I ball hard fuck a referee
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck a referee
You get whacked if you mess wit me
I ball hard fuck a referee
Verse One: Lud Foe
I ball like I'm Kobe bitch
I dunk like Ginobili bitch
I pulled up on a forgi' bitch
These hoes know I'm havin' shit
I be on that savage shit
I kidnap you and clap yo bitch
It might be with a 50 clip
That bitch keep falling off my hip
Shoot at me I'm shooting back
Fuck ya bitch and give her back
I make these hoes catch heart attacks
When I pull up in foreign shits
I hop out with a foreign bitch
Robin Jeans be dancin-see me
Bitches say I'm handsome
My [?] is a mansion
Verse Two: Lud Foe
I slam dunk broke the rim
I slam dunk broke the rim
If a nigga sneak dissing
He don't know who I am
Try'na rob through your mansion
My young boys lay ya down
I fucked all of these bitches
Now I'm no where around
Bitch we rollin off Mollies
We ballin like Fe Fe
Fucked yo bitch in the party
And she ain't never seen me
Gotch' ya hoe off the mollies
She got us on repeat
No I dont love no thotties
Yeah I know shes a eat, eat
Verse Three: Nephew
War season, no lettin' up
You bitch niggas ain't breathing
Come through that bitch and dump every month of the season
My niggas be leavin, war'in for no reason
You talkin out the side of yo ass I will leave you
Hunned' lil niggas they gon shoot
Free the guys who I salute
I ball like Dwayne Wade
I shoot like I'm D. Rose
Just bought a designer fitted
And copped me some new poles
And got me some new hoes
The chevy, the four doors
Raise the windows down
And blow poles, we load foes
Verse Four: Nephew
Grippin on this hunna'matic clip
My niggas they too legit
Fuck around, you gon' get hit
Bitch nigga, you run yo lips
My niggas they get that cash
Bitch nigga, we check the bag
Fuck around you gon' get bagged
Yeah they got a fuckin' tag
Verse Five: Lud Foe
Promethazine get the best of me
The flats get the best of me
Warned you niggas bout testin' me
Cooking dope, fuck a recipe
Got yo bitch sittin' next to me
You get whacked if you mess wit' me
I ball hard fuck the referee..
(Outro)
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck a referee
You get whacked if you mess wit' me
I ball hard fuck a referee
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck the referee
I ball hard fuck a referee
You get whacked if you mess wit me
I ball hard fuck a referee
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