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Foul
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Foul was released on June 13, 2021 by Bag Getters Entertainment as a part of the album Foul - Single
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Release DateJune 13, 2021
LabelBag Getters Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martell Collins
Martell Collins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lying to your family boy that's foul
Imma buss it good girl you gone need a towel
I wasn't snaking like Tyreke but I got power
Bet that drake gone change his face call him sour
Like run it up chase a check get it in
Now you a op few years back you my friend
I gave my heart one time can't do that shit again
A broke south side **** like how the hell you win
How many folks you lost boy I don't want talk about that
All of this money I ran up just for 'unc I'll give that back
I don't be fucking with none these ****
Smoke your man's ain't got no swishers
See the the realest when I'm in the mirror
Cut her off don't need no scissors
I wanted your heart
I wonder if you wanted mine
A hell of a actor
I thought you was one of a kind
I never could skate
But it's amazing how I grind
A shot at loyalty like shooting with the blind
Now put your hands up I finally got my bands up
Know when it got tuff I swear I never gave up
Back up
Tell that boy to back up
Soon as you act up
That's gone get that mac bussed
Lying to your family boy that's foul
Imma buss it good girl you gone need a towel
I know I'm next cause I been waiting for a while
My **** got a case I pray he beat the trial
Lying to yo family boy that's foul
Imma buss it good girl you gone need a towel
I wasn't snaking like Tyreke but I got power
Bet that drake gone change his face call him sour
Like run it up chase a check get it in
Now you a op few years back you my friend
I gave my heart one time can't do that shit again
A broke south side **** like how the hell you win
How the hell you win
Some of my **** went down in da pin
Why you telling on your brother
That ain't your ****
That's your kin
I can't flex the heart I got I probably need to sell that shit
I done gave up all my love man I can't take another bitch
I try come back you say I ain't shit
So don't call when I get rich
You go broke I bet they switch
Watch them disappear like glitch
Supposed to be my brother right or wrong so why you lying
I cut him off not cause he broke but he not trying
They sold a dream
But I ain't buying
Wish I could save him
When he was dying
But all the pressure
For you
I'm applying
How I don't love you
Break my heart
To see you crying
If you ain't with me **** trust me you can go
Can't let them put me under I won't never fold no no
Lying to yo family boy that's foul
Imma buss it good girl you gone need a towel
I wasn't snaking like Tyreke but I got power
Bet that drake gone change his face call him sour
Like run it up chase a check get it in
Now you a op few years back you my friend
I gave my heart one time can't do that shit again
A broke south side **** like how the hell you win
Written by: Martell Collins
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