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foolio – interrogation lyrics

[intro]
tell us, who k!lled?
sanchez, walker
let me you this, my dog
scary lil’ b+tch, please
look, check this out
i’m one of the realest n+ggas left out here
you think i’m ’bout to miss my chance becoming a real n+gga by telling you who really did it?
well, i know who did it, but i ain’t gonna tell you ’cause i’ma take the charge
that’s what real n+ggas do
got the gang f+cked up out here, you a whole ho out here
rest in peace to will
rest in peace to will, shoutout to the wholе hood
(yo, enzz, stack them m’s)
the whole hood
[verse]
intеrrogation, keep it quiet, i don’t speak no english (nah)
we gettin’ over on the opps, we ain’t gettin’ even (buh)
i got voodoo on my body, dancin’ with my demons
i been itchin’ to use my switch, just give me a reason
gave you my love, gave you my trust and you still leaving
on this trail for a week and i’m still scheming
in a big body benz, look just like rikishi
i like my b+tches all ghetto, so i’m like dashiki
not from my hood, but he was loyal, that’s why i love teki (shotz)
trey d died, in my heart, i feel the love leaving (f+ck)
pray all my opps catch headshots and they skulls leaking (no cap)
rockin’ palm angels, streets know that i’m a demon (i’m a demon)
this my fifth shootout this month
opps pullin’ stunts (opps pullin’ stunts)
rollin’ back to back, we got ’em all in a blunt (all in a blunt)
grandma doin’ voodoo why the f+ck i can’t get touched
i just called a blitz, down, set, hut (down, set, hut)
sendin’ shots out that big amg (buh)
lil’ bro go slide, leave the glock and grab the .223 (no cap)
nardo wick, n+gga, who the f+ck want smoke with me? (smoke with me)
buh, buh, buh, we put n+ggas underneath (grrah)
we the ones that’s really shootin’
her son died, she havin’ fish fries to pay for the viewing (god d+mn)
got real knowledge, how the teacher learnin’ from the student? (no cap)
a new opp, he got dropped soon as he got recruited (ha)
n+gga, create+a+player+ass n+gga
nba2k+out+of+nowhere+ass n+gga
on clubhouse beefin’, boy, who you scared+ass n+gga? (ha)
cuffin’ every ho, don’t wanna share+ass n+gga
old simp ass
i heard that lil’ ho been around the block (d+mn)
ayy, beat her from the back while i clutch my glock (come here)
interrogation, keep it solid, n+ggas talk a lot
brought that ho some corn starch and she gave the drop (she sweet)
goofy
i’m a percocet popper, fast life living
big top conniver, a slider, a k!ller
he chosen, he golden, this karma a sinner
he eatin’ all them pills, but i don’t think he healing (6)
i don’t think they hear him, i think they gon’ k!ll him (buh)
cryin’ out for help, but i don’t think they feel him
he be with the spillers, he be with the drillers
he only feel comfortable when he around them k!llers (no cap)

- foolio lyrics

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