Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foul Play, artist - Snowman. Date of issue: 06.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Foul Play |
| Foul play! |
| Im talkin' foul play |
| I put the rollie on and killed them niggas all day (hahaa) |
| Foul play! |
| Im talkin' foul play |
| Where I’m from you pussies get hit up like err day (lets go!) |
| I gots no love for these niggas there ain’t no need to be friends (nah) |
| I get no roll from them figgas ain’t not need to pretend (hahaa) |
| I lost some paper in (?) bounced back beat my cases (dayumm) |
| Say he comin with fifty think I met him Masses (?) (thats riiight) |
| I’m talkin so many birds look like we having a feast (feast) |
| I’m talkin so many birds filled up the back of caprice (woo) |
| When I fell out with my plug look I went straight to the store (yeah) |
| And then i rolled through my hood passed out them choppas galore (aye) |
| Only ones hating on young is sucka niggas and rappers (why) |
| I know two things they ain’t thats real niggas and trappers (yeah) |
| I just copped me a rollie cost a new Maserati (dayum) |
| 458 with exhaust that bitch sound like a Bugatti whats hattnin |
| Got them extendos in 40's them bitches look like they ladders (dayumm) |
| Take a 125 I whip that bitch like its batter (woo) |
| They just rap bout this shit I shot out the trap bout this shit (aye) |
| Gave me a back full of wolves got me for like half of that brick (yeahhh) |
| I drop that window in traffic you just start clickin' and clackin' (aye) |
| You swear it was paparazzi the way them bitches was flashin' (hahaa) |
| Got on them gloves man I’m killin' I’m boutta catch me a body (yeah) |
| She come upstairs and they fuckin' she gone be catchin' the lobby (that riiight) |
| I don’t know nothin' but killas (nothin' but killas) I don’t know nothin' but |
| dealas (nothin' but dealas) |
| This is ain’t nothin' but rap (wassup) I don’t fear none of you niggas (nah) |
| Im talkin poppin the choppers nigga (boom) and wipin' the prints (wipin' the |
| prints) |
| Im talkin white on red lamb I swear it look like a mint you know |