Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foolish , by - G-WorthySong from the album G-Worthy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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) |