FOOLISH
Said bad bitch but the worst way
Feeling foolish, she ain't want me in the first place
Remember everything that shed say
Led me down, had me lost, all up in her maze
Tell me it could be the same
But my forecast on those days was only cloudy with rain
Cause you ain't ever fuckin love me
Get that shit out your brain
And quit acting like you know me
So I forget your name
Ey
Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the studio
Let me give you a proper solo-lo-lo-lo
Boutta go fast like turbo
Sorry bro
Gonna change the flow
And give you a pre-show
Spittin that gas, you carry?
I pass
I go where I want, and I'm hittin' the dash
I fake it, you bake it and take out the trash, I'm trickin', I'm flickin' and actin a spazz
Look at the time, I just hit your line
But that shit just went to decline
(God Damn Like!)
Me and the goobers, we aren't so kind
After this bar I'm gonna resign
Drop top nike tech on
No prop vest on
With a switch omma glock
6 shots to the dome
Got the car all chrome
And she callin' my phone
Said "teki come home"
Put her on the kitchen counter
Black dress on
Rip it off
Yeah we last an hour
Lil nympho
Screamin' gettin' louder
Hands tied
Mouth wide
Soul taker
She my lil wha-?
Drop top nike tech on
No prop vest on
With a switch omma glock
6 shots to the dome
Got the car all chrome
And she callin' my phone
Said "baby come home"
Yuh
Got my bentley out back
Gotcho shawty on my dick
And I'm blowin' out her back
Finna pull up on yo bro
And he gettin' in my dash
Bitch i swing both ways
Now he getting ash kaash
Like
Bitch stop for a minute
Playing dumb with me
Imma catch u slippin'
I pull upon 'em no mask
And I'm passing bullets
And now he sayin' that he mad
So I hit up on his bitch like
Uh, get inside
And now we fucking on the low
You say you high
Bitch you never took a toke
I'm fucking going blind
I might jus end up on the road
Dizasters flying by
Now Diz's got me on his flow
Dead man walkin
Life that I lived
Got glitzes and glamours
But what did I miss?
I took the high road
I slipped now I'm fallin
What can I say?
I'm goddamn zombie, I'm
Fucked up
I'm fucked up
Don't get the rush
I wish I didn't, I didn't I stayed
Ugh
Said bad bitch but the worst way
Feeling foolish, she ain't want me in the first place
Remember everything that shed say
Led me down, had me lost, all up in her maze
Tell me it could be the same
But my forecast on those days was only cloudy with rain
Cause you ain't ever fuckin love me
Get that shit out your brain
And quit acting like you know me
So I forget your name
Feeling foolish, she ain't want me in the first place
Remember everything that shed say
Led me down, had me lost, all up in her maze
Tell me it could be the same
But my forecast on those days was only cloudy with rain
Cause you ain't ever fuckin love me
Get that shit out your brain
And quit acting like you know me
So I forget your name
Ey
Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the studio
Let me give you a proper solo-lo-lo-lo
Boutta go fast like turbo
Sorry bro
Gonna change the flow
And give you a pre-show
Spittin that gas, you carry?
I pass
I go where I want, and I'm hittin' the dash
I fake it, you bake it and take out the trash, I'm trickin', I'm flickin' and actin a spazz
Look at the time, I just hit your line
But that shit just went to decline
(God Damn Like!)
Me and the goobers, we aren't so kind
After this bar I'm gonna resign
Drop top nike tech on
No prop vest on
With a switch omma glock
6 shots to the dome
Got the car all chrome
And she callin' my phone
Said "teki come home"
Put her on the kitchen counter
Black dress on
Rip it off
Yeah we last an hour
Lil nympho
Screamin' gettin' louder
Hands tied
Mouth wide
Soul taker
She my lil wha-?
Drop top nike tech on
No prop vest on
With a switch omma glock
6 shots to the dome
Got the car all chrome
And she callin' my phone
Said "baby come home"
Yuh
Got my bentley out back
Gotcho shawty on my dick
And I'm blowin' out her back
Finna pull up on yo bro
And he gettin' in my dash
Bitch i swing both ways
Now he getting ash kaash
Like
Bitch stop for a minute
Playing dumb with me
Imma catch u slippin'
I pull upon 'em no mask
And I'm passing bullets
And now he sayin' that he mad
So I hit up on his bitch like
Uh, get inside
And now we fucking on the low
You say you high
Bitch you never took a toke
I'm fucking going blind
I might jus end up on the road
Dizasters flying by
Now Diz's got me on his flow
Dead man walkin
Life that I lived
Got glitzes and glamours
But what did I miss?
I took the high road
I slipped now I'm fallin
What can I say?
I'm goddamn zombie, I'm
Fucked up
I'm fucked up
Don't get the rush
I wish I didn't, I didn't I stayed
Ugh
Said bad bitch but the worst way
Feeling foolish, she ain't want me in the first place
Remember everything that shed say
Led me down, had me lost, all up in her maze
Tell me it could be the same
But my forecast on those days was only cloudy with rain
Cause you ain't ever fuckin love me
Get that shit out your brain
And quit acting like you know me
So I forget your name
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Writer(s): The Father
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