Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who You Foolin' , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album Boyz N Da Hood 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who You Foolin' |
| You a fuck nigga, can’t flex like me |
| Fuck nigga, you ain’t got a check like me |
| Shades Ray-Ban but the shoes Louis V |
| Told you fuck niggas, can’t flex like me |
| Lame ass nigga, can’t dress like me |
| He ain’t got a icy ass neck like me |
| True Religion jeans, you ain’t dressed like me |
| Told you fuck niggas can’t flex like me, now |
| Hold up, hustles when I ball up |
| Took a shot, pour up |
| Throw a couple bands, like so what |
| All a nigga know is turn up |
| Nine on deck, don’t run up |
| I don’t wanna lift my gun up |
| Broke ass nigga just shut up |
| Like turn up, (turn up) |
| Bands on deck so you know a nigga flexing with foreigns |
| Ridin' with a bitch named Lauren, and I’m rocking Ralph Lauren |
| Kiss my wrist and neck, my ice so gorgeous |
| Designer shoes on, nigga, I don’t really fuck with them Jordans |
| Chains by ??, jeans by True |
| Shoes by Louis, and I’m running round in Gucci |
| 10 deep hoodie, ?? |
| Riding through the hood flexing all my jewelry |
| Shades Ray-Ban, ?? |
| Dope boy fresh, turnt up, she choosing |
| Niggas ain’t with it, these niggas losing |
| You ain’t turnt up, nigga, who the hell you fooling? |
| Chains by ??, jeans by True |
| Shoes by Louis, and I’m running round in Gucci |
| 10 deep hoodie, ?? |
| Riding through the hood flexin all my jewelry |
| Shades Ray-Ban, ?? |
| Dope boy fresh, turnt up and she choosing |
| Niggas ain’t with it, these niggas losing |
| You ain’t turnt up, nigga, who the hell you fooling? |
| Flex, young nigga, flex young nigga flex |
| Iced out dough boy on my fucking neck |
| Rubber Band Money Gang thumbin' through that check |
| All a nigga care about is money, guns and sex (nigga flex!) |
| Niggas wanna jack me because I’m caked |
| Toys on deck, you wanna play (you think I’m playing?) |
| And my watch look like a fucking dinner plate |
| Eating guala off that bitch, every day, nigga flex |
| All these fuck niggas wanna be me, believe me |
| Money and the rest so you can’t see me, that’s easy |
| Eating all these bands, 'cus I’m greedy |
| Checkerboard Louis', I look at 'em and say king me |