lirik lagu c.m.l. – foolish
[verse]
you getting money n~gga, so what, put you on a pro club
n~ggas think they so tough, make a n~gga fold up
come to get your hoe, she pulling on me like a tow truck
body slam a n~gga on his helmet like i’m gold dust
broke ass n~ggas acting rich, ain’t got no luck
tired of n~ggas faking in the club, ain’t got no bucks
why your homie got his tailed tucked, ain’t got no nuts
n~ggas better ask about the hank, blood he cho’ed up
paper bag boys, rich n~ggas on some mobb sh~t
i ain’t giving passes to them n~ggas on no opp sh~t
stunting off the ropes, on these clowns, don’t get drop kicked
fill a n~gga hoe load up with this hot sh~t
benz after benz, range rover, and a bimmer
n~ggas ain’t my homies how they left me in the binner
sending death threats ’cause your b~tch hold my wiener
took this n~gga girlfriend the first time i seen her
but she won’t get no money, so i let that n~gga keep her
dirty ass hood rat, take her to the cleaners
she got a lot of ass man, a n~gga might squeeze her
or run up on a crowd with this carbon 15er
i think my mind gone man, i’m tripping off these percs
n~ggas talking crazy trying to put me on a shirt
i’ll die and go to h~ll before i get worked
we don’t tongue wrestle, we put suckers in the dirt
give that boy a he~rs~, yeah we got to him first
f~ck a n~gga whole life up like he cursed
mama tell me i’m a angel, i know i’m a jerk
glock with a switch, ’bout to let it go to work
in my city i’m the worst, everybody know that sh~t
little mama say she pregnant, i don’t even know that b~tch
walking with your ass out, then baby show that sh~t
n~ggas tell me i’m the one, like i don’t know that sh~t
dreadlocks go, pockets bulging, do the math
ima beat you up or let the homie shoot yo ass
way i got up on him homie, couldn’t do the dash
he had his nose in up in my bidness, so i blew it back
we don’t give a f~ck about them n~ggas and they feelings
we just tryna stack another ticket to the ceiling
i’m a cold hearted thug, i’m like f~ck how n~ggas feeling
when i step up in the club, i’m the freshest in the building
i’m really on some other sh~t, they know that i’m a maniac
if i let your broke ass hold something, n~gga pay me back
i’m mr. walk um down, hit his crown with that baby mac
had to put the steel on his grill like a baby back
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