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g-worthy - foolish lyrics

[intro]
aww sh-t, once again, it’s him
that n-gg- with the snakeskin on a $400 brim
ice water motherf-ckin’ slim god dammit (d-mn)
you feel me i’m here to kick some free game to you lames
you dig what i’m saying (i dig)
i got cool, two gangsta n-gg-s with me, you feel me (say word)
this n-gg- from the westside of bompton
you know, he go by jay worthy (aww i know that n-gg-, i like that sh-t)
you feel me
this n-gg- from broadway (who?)
g-perico (that’s my n-gg-)
fly crippin n-gg- you feel me (cuh rip)
like i said you know blue and red make green
if you know what i mean (aww, i feel that, i feel that)
you got broke n-gg-s around you
you on the wrong team (you d-mn right)

[verse 1: jay worthy]
this is for the homies on the [?]
selling green dots and paypal cards
and this is for my b-tches that just love the hoes
set her out on town, she gonna get that dough
and this is for my n-gg-s who be burnt out
duckin’ warrents and sh-t, living at granny’s house
but me i’m living good up, i’m at sandy’s house
bunch of hood sh-t, smoking weed on the couch
hit my n-gg- joe fuller, yeah that’s 40oz
i call him 40 zips, now make that sh-t bounce
and this for my n-gg- with the jheri curl
turn your c’s up ‘cuz this a gangsta world
but n-gg- i’m from bompton, turn your p’s up
[?]
me and cardo making plays like we cliqued up
to make your trunk slap, so keep your b-tch tucked

[hook: jay worthy]
these b-tches be choosin’, choosin’ (they trying to choose on a p n-gg-)
these b-tches be foolish, foolish (they all running to me n-gg-)
my n-gg-s be woopin’, woopin’ (you know i f-ck with them p’s n-gg-)
my n-gg-s be movin’, movin’ (you know i f-ck with them g’s n-gg-)

[verse 2: g-perico]
these hoes choosin’, no drugs, prost-tution
i ain’t losing gangsta pimp sh-t i’m movin’
[?] send a b-tch to pittsburgh
its 100 degrees we on the block in pimp furs
and we come from this crip sh-t
third letter out the moon of the amg benz
i’m tryin to hang with your friends
and i can tell them b-tches all choosin’
cuz when they see my hair, all them hoes went “ohh, him”
we gonna bring them back and send em
if that hennessy blowing i might bend em
ain’t no sense in pretending
we gettin plane tickets,get you away from all these lame b-tches
so way out first rule, no lame n-gg-s
south dallas, south beach, south central
we f-cking up the streets
over here n-gg-s all about the money
all these b-m b-tches funny

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