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Fool
601
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fool was released on December 15, 2018 by 1013990 Records DK as a part of the album Fool - Single
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Release DateDecember 15, 2018
Label1013990 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Pineapple
Young Pineapple
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Young Pineapple
Young Pineapple
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ayy, all these other bitches throwing shade on me
I don't blame you 'cause there's a problem with your maturity
You be 22 but acting like you from the nursery
When I be rising up, you feel like a fool, I guarantee
When I be rising up like a fool
Wait, I said it wrong, the fool should be you
Ooh, the beat too turnt, that shit true
Making me say shit wrong, I blame it on you
Ayy, ayy, working hard, fucking making paper
Sacrificing hard in the motherfucking labor
Putting all these hours in my music, fuck the haters
You a fucking snake so I'll see you later
What kind of person?
This is a man chasing his dreams
Crushes his plans, disses his team
Turning it all in his misery
You guys the devil?
Nah, you bitches is just plain evil
Bitches like you shouldn't even be legal
Talk a lot of shit, these bitches ain't people
Ayy, all these other bitches throwing shade on me
I don't blame you 'cause there's a problem with your maturity
You be 22 but acting like you from the nursery
When I be rising up, you feel like a fool, I guarantee
When I be rising up like a fool
Wait, I said it wrong, the fool should be you
Ooh, the beat too turnt, that shit true
Making me say shit wrong, I blame it on you
Bitch, you be testing my fucking sanity
When I showed up on the media, my mother was proud of me
I worked hard for this shit, yeah, you motherfuckers laughing me
Would've given this up, thank God for my friends and family
Yeah, I work hard for this shit
Yeah, in the future I be moving bricks
Yeah, fucking demons with a crucifix
Yeah, you bitches fake, you a counterfeit
Now I'ma go get the dough
Got my first gig at GetJuiced, here we go
The illest party in my country, you already know
The crowd, so all the DJs need the perfect combo
Hit it with the one-two, make that shit come through
Soon I be getting that seven-digit revenue
Hit it with the three-four, make the money come more
You bitches not invited, let me help you get the door
Y'all be there talking shit
I be here getting paid, having fun with my drip
Y'all fucking hypocrite
I'ma be keeping it real with no censorship
I be here grinding like a boss
Bitches say I got talent, I got the sauce
You be there sucking on my balls
I'ma let you do it but I'm at a loss
Ayy, all these other bitches throwing shade on me
I don't blame you 'cause there's a problem with your maturity
You be 22 but acting like you from the nursery
When I be rising up, you feel like a fool, I guarantee
When I be rising up like a fool
Wait, I said it wrong, the fool should be you
Ooh, the beat too turnt, that shit true
Making me say shit wrong, I blame it on you
Written by: Young Pineapple
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