Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Fool, artist - 2 Chainz. Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poor Fool |
| Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do |
| (My mama always said) |
| I said close your mouth and eat |
| You make some paper, then you make your own rules |
| (My mama always said, ayy, damn) |
| Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do |
| I said close your mouth and eat |
| You make some paper, then you make your own rules |
| I’m from the hood and it’s evident |
| Used to sell drugs out my residence |
| Stayed in section 8 with relatives |
| Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in |
| I done put Forgis on everything |
| I left the mall like Ginobili |
| And if I’m not successful, ain’t nobody gon' come console me |
| I pray my mama quit smokin' |
| When my dad died, I got focused |
| I gotta table full of Ace of Spades |
| I don’t fuck around with you jokers (ooh) |
| Ain’t heard a word from my old friends |
| Heard they wanna kick my doors in |
| I done loaded up the 2−2-3 |
| I’m so high they might call a goaltend, yeah |
| Lord knows, stashed work in the console |
| So many autos in my garage, I can’t open my car door |
| Bond on me like the sun on me |
| Gettin' this bread she say, «You dropped crumbs on me» |
| Walked in the club and got ones only |
| Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only |
| Raised by single parent Black woman |
| They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me |
| She always told me |
| Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do |
| (My mama always said) |
| I said close your mouth and eat |
| You make some paper, then you make your own rules |
| (My mama always said, ayy, damn) |
| Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do |
| I said close your mouth and eat |
| You make some paper, then you make your own rules |
| Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat |
| Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door |
| Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw |
| Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo |
| No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled |
| Most of my partnas got charges |
| And I ain’t talking about no mothafuckin' dodges |
| Trappin' up outta the college |
| I’m addicted to the rice at Benihana |
| Raised by a single parent Black woman |
| They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me |
| She always told me |
| Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do |
| (Yeah) |
| I said close your mouth and eat |
| You make some paper, then you make your own rules |
| (My mama always said, ayy, damn) |
| Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do |
| I said close your mouth and eat |
| You make some paper, then you make your own rules |