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Foolio
Foolio
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Foolio
Foolio
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(Ooh, it's Wavy808) All this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to, but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate the fact I had your back when nobody did (I did) I hate the fact I told you how I feel, and you ain't listen (no cap) Right now, I'm on the road You think I'm fucking with these bitches? (Fuck) I love the fact you a boss bitch and independent (no cap) I always kept you my side since an adolescent I got shot, you wasn't there, I thought you was my blessin' I even went to jail for you, 30 shots, Smith & Wesson Hollow tip my favorite kind, you was my essential (my essential) Juvenile, runnin' wild, we kept gettin' caught together You asked why, girl, I told you, "We locked in forever" (forever) And when we slide on the opps, it make your pussy wetter (wetter) The last nigga wasn't killin' shit, you said I do it better (better) You jammed on the last drill, you had me mad as fuck (mad as fuck) So when we get back to this house, I'ma beat that pussy up (pussy up) I broke you down part to part, I had to clean you up (clean you up) You my lil' soldier, so bipolar, why you mean as fuck? I even went to jail for you, would go to hell for you (hell for you) Right now I'm trafficking, you know I kept the sale with you You two-faced this, so I could never tell on you (tell on you) You always headshot niggas, it never failed with you (failed with you) Was on the block all night, you never left a nigga (left a nigga) Every shootout you was there, never failed a nigga And they mad, every stolen car I'm ridin' with her And out here shooting fo' them, that's why I'm sliding with ya When I was broke, you stuck with me even in the drought You don't care, anywhere, you will shoot it out (shoot it out) Remember when we separated, took a different route (different route) And I was mad as fuck, the police took you from my house (from my house) Then I got another bitch, a lil' Gunna bitch (Gunna bitch) Glock 23, jet 5 with a switch (switch) I put 30 shots on her, you know she love my dick When I up it, gotta buss it, got me nuttin' quick (quick) We in the bed, spread yo' legs, let me give you head I can't get caught with you 'cause I'm going fed (fast) But I gotta stay with you 'cause niggas want me dead (dead) We was robbin' shit together, kept the family fed You so good swear I love yo' ass like a brother (like a brother) My own momma even said we was for each other (for each other) Then you fuck around and get jealous when I bought that cutter (bought that choppa) You said you could never see me in love with another (I love my gun) All this time is passing by (no cap) But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to, but I can't put Nobody else above you
Writer(s): Charles Jones, Jakob Hagemann, Endrit Idrizi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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