Lud Foe - Composure (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lud Foe - Composure (en) Lyrics
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You fucking with me, that's gon' cost
you some commotion (Bitch, bitch)
I'm gettin' sick and tired of keeping
my composure (Bitch, bitch)
I buy a foreign car and drive
it like I stole it
Got all this money with me,
people think I growed it
Them chopper bullets hit his
whip, that bitch exploded
(Baow, baow, baow)
From all my Glocks to all my cars,
they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still got that Draco just in case you
think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm a hot nigga, but all my
bitches be the coldest
Old lady keep looking out the window,
this bitch nosy (Bitch, you nosy)
We cut your fingers off and send
your mama roses (Bitch)
I heard the feds was taking pictures,
so I'm posing (Damn)
I got all my jewelry on in this bitch,
I'm feeling frozen (Wop)
Pussy niggas hating, tryna knock
me off my focus (Bitch)
Pulled up in a foreign car, your
boyfriend drivе a Focus
We fuck around and poke ya if you
actin' like you holding (Bitch)
I just sеnt my lil' ho to the
store to get some Trojans
These pussy niggas think twice
'cause they know they
ass don't live that life
The police read me my rights,
I ain't goin' to court, I'm bookin'
a flight (I'm gone)
Bitch, I clean up nice, these
Givenchy shoes, these
ain't no Mikes (Bitch)
Fuck around and lose your life
dissing on the internet
for likes (Gang, gang)
I'm getting sick and tired of keeping
my composure (Bitch, bitch)
What nigga say I ain't got it?
First day poppin', I
turned to an addict
Fuck old niggas who told on my
daddy (Told on my daddy)
Served the same time what
I spent on my Patek
Glock with a switch and
it came with a titty
Got it on my own, you ain't come
with a penny (Let's get it)
A killer, I look in the mirror
I'm rockin' Amiri apparel
(Rockin' Amiri apparel)
Fucked a rich bitch for a nickel
I ran a few times with the pillows
Knew a Crip in Cali', he crippled
Niggas said that he told just a little
If you get too big, they'll kill you
When you speak that pain,
they'll feel you
Tried to give me ten
years for a pistol
Take five, just meet me
in the middle (On God)
Pass me an opp 'Wood and
light it (Uh-huh)
Take the Hellcat, slide 290 (Skrrt)
Better keep your gun, they slidin'
I put my bitch on the private
Nigga better duck them indictments
In the trenches, I hang with the lions
Pull out your blicky, no fighting
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