Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who You Foolin', artist - Doe Boy. Album song Boyz N Da Hood 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |