You Stupid Fool

WARNING! THIS SONG MAY OFFEND SOME
PEOPLE... oh well.
You Stupid Fool, you stupid fool
Everybody put your right hand in the air
We gon' take the oath, I solemnly swear
To never claim to be perfect cause that
ain't cool
But I refuse to live life as a stupid fool
I'm buying cars, I'm hitting broads
I'm selling dope, I'm living large
I'm busting heads, I'm packing tools
He got a job, moved out the hood
Congratulations! He doing good
Now I'm mad at him, he never supposed to
move
I hate when people try to come up
I write on your wall, threaten you over
My finger on the trigger in my profile
picture
I talk a lot of trash on Youtube, living that
thug life
I'd like to thank God, for giving me this
award
My whole album talked about selling cocaine
raw
Murdering n*ggas and f*ckin bad b*tches
too
And he gave me the strength to write it all
Everybody put your right hand in the air
We gon' take the oath, I solemnly swear
To never claim to be perfect cause that
ain't cool
But I refuse to live life as a stupid fool
Man I'm looking for a girl who gon' pay my
bills
And buy me the new Jordan's when they
drop
Let me move in with her, eat her food up
Drive her car like it's mine, I ain't never
getting a job
Girl watch how I get it popping, I'mma fake
like I'm pregnant
Cause he don't want them problems, then he
gonna give me that money for that
abortion
Watch how quick I go shopping,
okaaaaaaaay?
Starbursts (on 24s!) Jollyranchers (On
26s!)
M&Ms (On 28s!) Skiiittles (30s!)
And nan' of them people cut me a check but I
got they logo all over my car
My parents work hard, they give me money
I spend their money, they give me more
money
They bought me a Benz but it didn't have
rims
See that's why I hate my parents DUDE!
Everybody put your right hand in the air
We gon' take the oath, I solemnly swear
To never claim to be perfect cause that
ain't cool
But I refuse to live life as a stupid fool
Uhm, well, um I tell my child to behave, but
he's so mean
He curses me out and calls me horrible
things
He even slaps me when he he gets outta
control
But I refuse to spank him though
Girl my baby's so talented, you gotta see
I taught her how to pop that thang just like
me
And she know how to make it clap and she
only three
This for that dude who be on TV yelling
GAAAAAAAAWWWWD!
And all them other fake preachers, straight
fraud
God don't like to be mocked, I thought they
knew
And for me to get my blessings I don't got
to pay you
You stupid fool, what, what?



Credits
Writer(s): David Jr. Augustine
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