Fool of me
(Woah)
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
Play with my mind, She go do up all types of shit
And I hate when you lie and shit
Geeked up all night cause I choose not to cry on shit
And I'm smokin' on loud and shit
Will you roll me a pound, I've been gone, Up all week
And she only in love when she up in my sheets
10 rubber bands put them eyes up on me
Only shoot from the neck up this shit don't get cheap
And I know you can't love, You ain't doing it right
There's a war in my head, I've been trapped up all night
Brodie fuck with em' demons, He shoot em on sight
And I only want love but you ain't do me right
And you askin' for trust but you play with my mind
There's 10 different ways to geeked up tonight
(I done gave her my all and I can't get it right)
(Woah)
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
And I know you can't love, You ain't doing it right
There's a war in my head, I've been trapped up all night
Brodie fuck with em' demons, He shoot em on sight
And I only want love but you ain't do me right
And you askin' for trust but you play with my mind
There's 10 different ways to geeked up tonight
(I done gave her my all and I can't get it right)
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
Play with my mind, She go do up all types of shit
And I hate when you lie and shit
Geeked up all night cause I choose not to cry on shit
And I'm smokin' on loud and shit
Will you roll me a pound, I've been gone, Up all week
And she only in love when she up in my sheets
10 rubber bands put them eyes up on me
Only shoot from the neck up this shit don't get cheap
And I know you can't love, You ain't doing it right
There's a war in my head, I've been trapped up all night
Brodie fuck with em' demons, He shoot em on sight
And I only want love but you ain't do me right
And you askin' for trust but you play with my mind
There's 10 different ways to geeked up tonight
(I done gave her my all and I can't get it right)
(Woah)
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
Choppa' go dumb and don't play with that foolery
No I can not love you, you gone make a lil fool of me
Run to that bag, I'mma show what you do to me (ouu ou)
I hate this bitch, She do extra shit
Know she don't love me, but I do not stress the bitch
Run up a hunnid' I might just go stretch the kid
Looked in her eyes and I thought she was heaven sent
And I know you can't love, You ain't doing it right
There's a war in my head, I've been trapped up all night
Brodie fuck with em' demons, He shoot em on sight
And I only want love but you ain't do me right
And you askin' for trust but you play with my mind
There's 10 different ways to geeked up tonight
(I done gave her my all and I can't get it right)
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