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Foostyle
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Foostyle został wydany 20 sierpnia 2019 przez Young Foolie jako część albumu Foostyle - Single
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Data wydania20 sierpnia 2019
WytwórniaYoung Foolie
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM68

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Foolie
Young Foolie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shy Quick
Shy Quick
Lyrics

Tekst Utworu

I keep dope in my pocket
Call me the plug like a socket
Try to run off
got the beam at yo nogging
Shit on you **** for profit
Moon rocks got me high
Bitch just like comet
All of you **** is toxic
Make me sick wana vomit
Call me doctor
I want them meds You offer
She that judge **** daughter
I fucked a lawyer
Snatch a bitch soul grim reaper
Ware that bitch out like a sneaker
I’m the gatekeeper
key to the pussy
I don’t need her
Fuck her friend
It’s way cheaper
None these **** want meat
These **** vegetarian
They don’t want beef
Hearing my name in these streets
I don’t fuck with them ****
They slippery like grease
I that heard that **** telling
I that heard that **** scary
ain’t getting no pussy
He Virgin Mary
Snatch his teeth like a fairy
Pop a bitch just like a cherry
That **** broke
Do anything for coke
Don’t put a gun in his hand
That boy gon choke
Under the light he gon fold
You gon see a dead man float
 
Ima fuck bitch till I cant no mo
I’m Stepping on they necks
Where they head gon go
Ima rip a **** up
Like a dog with a bone
Having laying in streets
With a sign and a cone
Don’t Enter my lane
Then it’s gon be a fair game
That bitch dumb
But give good head that’s bird brain
Sweeping through these streets like a hurricane
MOB MOE money over everything
{Break}
Ain’t chasing you bitch
You ain’t made of no money
Bitch Ain’t shit sweet
She ain’t made of no honey
Hop dick to dick bitch like bunny
Begging dick you ain’t getting no money
Don’t need a 100 **** to prove I’m real
I put my trust in my steel
Smoke ass like a grill
Busted him down like a pill
Take away the pain like an Advil
I’m Chasing a bag
I’m Misunderstood
Stay in some shit
Man I do what I could
Riding round with that
Wish a **** would
Come up flexing
Boy Bet you get jugg
They say Foolie catching body
Tell that fuck boy to run up and try me
Ain’t fighting no demons
I chose to embrace it
Ain’t got no soul
I seemed to misplace it
Written by: Shy Quick
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