lirik lagu quadeca, moxas, egovert & kil – tomfoolery (demo version)
[intro: egovert]
hi! hahahaha…
it’s me! (do the dance on my d~ck)
(morteh!)
(mike g, you can’t do this to them, man)
[chorus: egovert]
yeah, huh, what did you do to me? ha (ooh, ooh, ooh)
it is like 3 am, waiting for you to send nudes to me, huh, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
huh, what? huh, you like my jewelry, huh, yeah (shine)
my name is ego, but i really like tomfoolery, huh (ooh, ooh, ooh)
[verse 1: quadeca]
ayy, yeah
ooh, i like tomfoolery, yeah, uh (huh?)
when i’m on a track, all the basic b~tches sayin’, “who is he?” (who?)
better take a seat right now, it’s quadeca on this sh~t, get used to me, huh (facts!)
i rock designer that i don’t pr~nounce right, check out my louis v, uh, b~tch (ooh, yeah)
yeah, i’m just being stupid, b, huh ([?])
i ain’t on the top right now, but they know a motherf~cker soon to be, yeah ([?])
when i’m on the stage they call me ‘the pediatrist’, i make ’em move they feet, yeah (hahaha, [?])
i birthed all you haters, i’m sorry you cryin’, i got you a booster seat (~baby crying~)
here, take it! it’s free (what?), it’s free! (yeah!) quadeca ([?]), thats me! (yeah)
lil’ b~tch ([?]), i’m rich (yeah!), like kylie (yeah!)
i don’t miss ([?]), like kyrie (yeah!), i get hits (yeah!); mlb (yeah!)
if you really think you gonna take my spot, i gotta teach you all a lesson, please find your assigned seat ([?], hahaha)
bit~! (yeah, yeah, ayy)
[chorus: egovert]
yeah, huh, what did you do to me? ha
it is like 3 am, waiting for you to send nudes to me, huh, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
huh, what? huh, you like my jewelry, huh, yeah (shine)
my name is ego, but i really like tomfoolery
[verse 2: moxas]
huh? what? yeah, ayy (ayy, yeah, ayy)
got some thotties, i’ll be back in a minute (ayy, huh?) (ayy, what?)
seven in the uber, packin’ them in it (what? ayy!) (huh? yeah!)
we make b~tches sit on laps in the civic (huh?)
see me whippin’ in the lab with the physics (yeah)
see me drippin’, “aw, d~mn… he drippin’ now” (yeah)
doing sh~t that ya’ll can’t, you trippin now (what? huh?)
used to rock the off~brand, i get it now
back when i would toss hands, i hit it now (yeah)
so i administer pain when i’m in it (yeah)
the second i get me a target, i hit ’em (hoo!)
f~ckin’ your auntie my hobbie (yeah)
she say i’m her baby, ’cause i get a check from the rhythm (huh?)
spittin’ on a mission of bars (yeah)
you hear me spittin’, that’s the wisdom of god (what?)
no competition, rip ’em, pick ’em apart (yeah)
my penicillin isn’t fixin’ ’em dawg, nah (huh?)
yes, yes, yes (yes)
yes, yes, yes, uh (yes)
i’m a put my d~ck up in her br~~sts
br~~sts, br~~sts, uh
my b~tch is so sad, she is depressed (huh? yeah)
~pressed~pressed~pressed (yeah, what?)
moxas in this b~tch, i’m up next (ayy, what?)
ugh, yeah, f~ck! (ayy, f~ck!)
[chorus: egovert]
yeah, huh, what did you do to me? ha
it is like 3 am, waiting for you to send nudes to me, huh, yeah
huh, what? huh, you like my jewelry, huh, yeah (shine)
my name is ego, but i really like tomfoolery, huh
[verse 3: egovert]
i like tomfoolery (yeah), i like to f~ck sh~t up (yer!)
i was up in her b~tt (“oh yeah!”), playing candy crush (me!)
do not keep playin’ with me, little n~gga, or choppa will turn you to candy dust (wow, wow!)
she keep blowing up my phone, talkin’ ’bout, “i am mad at you” b~tch, i don’t give a f~ck (grr!)
heard your new n~gga is broke, so i told lil’ shawty, “if you want, you come with us (slatt!)
i’m checking my bank account balance, amount of zeroes is making my s~m~n rush (wow!)
quick lil’ ting, got a kim k cake, and her ass is round, so i hit replay (yeah)
dance on the d~ck, call it harlem shake, bring a friend for my n~gga, by the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 4: kil]
uh
i go r~t~rded like foolery tom (i go r~t~rded)
ran up a milli’, so google me, mom! (yeah!)
i’m sn~tching your sh~t where your jewelery hide? (sn~tch!)
she look at my d~ck with them googly eyes (ooh!)
slide in her dm’s like a snow slope
blow~blow up on my pole, no oboe (oh, oh, uh)
blowing up clouds of the gas like the ozone (what?)
we cloud nine, one up from the ocho, yeah ([?], yeah)
b~tch be lyin’ like sh~t madagascar (you lyin’ like, sh~t~ boy)
takin’ d~ck like the ground of your backyard (she want some d~ck)
she wasn’t ready, but i am not kev hart
pop out the cut like i’m walking on glass shards (ouch!)
she like to creep on my stick like a grasshop’
i do not pipe her if it do not clap hard (uh, uh!)
i do not cap, so i take my cap off
pass it to ego so we can just blast off (vyoom!)
got no whip, so we meetin’ up halfway ([?])
took your b~tch to the hard rock cafe ([?])
i got the bag of the cash at a swag bank ([?])
starbucks, i order that trappe
pack of backwoods, tobacco wrapper (~deep exhale~)
to the adam’s apple, got me chokin’ rabbit
like the battle rapper at the f~cking shelter
like it’s marshall mathers when you call him “cracker”
[outro: kil]
yeah, huh, yeah
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