Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foolish, artist - G-WorthyAlbum song G-Worthy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fool's Gold
Song language: English
Foolish |
Aww shit, once again, it’s him |
That nigga with the snakeskin on a $ 400 brim |
Ice water motherfuckin' slim God dammit (damn) |
You feel me I’m here to kick some free game to you lames |
You dig what I’m saying (I dig) |
I got cool, two gangsta niggas with me, you feel me (Say word) |
This nigga from the westside of Bompton |
You know, he go by Jay Worthy (Aww I know that nigga, I like that shit) |
You feel me |
This nigga from Broadway (Who?) |
G Perico (That's my nigga) |
Fly crippin nigga you feel me (Cuh rip) |
Like I said you know blue and red make green |
If you know what I mean (Aww, I feel that, I feel that) |
You got broke niggas around you |
You on the wrong team (You damn right) |
This is for the homies on the |
Selling Green Dots and PayPal cards |
And this is for my bitches that just love the hoes |
Set her out on town, she gonna get that dough |
And this is for my niggas who be burnt out |
Duckin' warrents and shit, living at granny’s house |
But me I’m living good up, I’m at Sandy’s house |
Bunch of hood shit, smoking weed on the couch |
Hit my nigga Joe Fuller, yeah that’s 40oz |
I call him 40 zips, now make that shit bounce |
And this for my nigga with the Jheri Curl |
Turn your C’s up ‘cuz this a gangsta world |
But nigga I’m from Bompton, turn your P’s up |
Me and Cardo making plays like we cliqued up |
To make your trunk slap, so keep your bitch tucked |
These bitches be choosin', choosin' (They trying to choose on a P nigga) |
These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me nigga) |
My niggas be woopin', woopin' (You know I fuck with them P’s nigga) |
My niggas be movin', movin' (You know I fuck with them G’s nigga) |
These hoes choosin', no drugs, prostitution |
I ain’t losing gangsta pimp shit I’m movin' |
send a bitch to Pittsburgh |
Its 100 degrees we on the block in pimp furs |
And we come from this crip shit |
Third letter out the moon of the AMG Benz |
I’m tryin to hang with your friends |
And I can tell them bitches all choosin' |
Cuz when they see my hair, all them hoes went «Ohh, him» |
We gonna bring them back and send em |
If that Hennessy blowing I might bend em |
Ain’t no sense in pretending |
We gettin plane tickets, get you away from all these lame bitches |
So way out first rule, no lame niggas |
South Dallas, South Beach, South Central |
We fucking up the streets |
Over here niggas all about the money |
All these bum bitches funny |
These bitches be choosin', choosin' (They trying to choose on a P nigga) |
These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me nigga) |
My niggas be woopin', woopin' (You know I fuck with them P’s nigga) |
My niggas be movin', movin' (You know I fuck with them G’s nigga) |