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onpointlikeop & jay critch - foolery lyrics

[intro: onpointlikeop]
(qr’ns, you go wild, n+gga)
(ryan, what took you so long?)
(thank you, chase)
oh, oh, oh+oh

[chorus: onpointlikeop]
p+ssy, sh+t probably new to you, but ain’t new to me (no)
been touchin’ money, been gettin’ b+tches way before p+b+rty (rack, rack)
duckin’ from the cops, remember those times used to be truancy?
speak on my name or my gang (gang, gang), end up on eulogy
i’m in field, wishin’ it was two of me
how is she your b+tch, but she pursuin’ me? (ugh)
everybody think they real, but they really p+ssy with jewelry (p+ssy)
n+gga, probably foolin’ b+tches, but you ain’t foolin’ me
n+gga, probably foolin’ b+tches, but you ain’t foolin’ me

[verse 1: onpointlikeop]
jumped into these streets way too advanced
hopped off the porch, always had a plan
see me an opp, shoot him, double hands (bah)
ain’t gotta talk, leave him where he stand (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
n+ggas be chattin’, lyin’ on they mans
’til n+ggas murk ’em, smoke ’em like strain, ha (ha)
now that i’m rich, ain’t smokin’ nick, got it by the gram
if you tryna win, gotta take a risk, everywhere i go fully equipped, ha
if i don’t got it, know brodie got it, keep it on his hip (bah, bah, bah)
slide in an uber, bet you get lift (you know)
with this .45, lettin’ off six, bah, bah
tell them hatin’ n+ggas get off my d+ck
see me an opp, spin ’em like a fan
know i preform like van damme
know a n+gga been nice with the hands, but i still let it fly on cam’ (bah, bah, grrt)
ha, misunderstood, hope they understand (hope they understand)
like, just from the trenches (just from the trenches), finally got a plan (finally got a plan)
[chorus: onpointlikeop]
p+ssy, sh+t probably new to you, but ain’t new to me (no)
been touchin’ money, been gettin’ b+tches way before p+b+rty (rack, rack)
duckin’ from the cops, remember those times used to be truancy?
speak on my name or my gang (gang, gang), end up on eulogy
i’m in field, wishin’ it was two of me
how is she your b+tch, but she pursuin’ me? (ugh)
everybody think they real, but they really p+ssy with jewelry (p+ssy)
n+gga, probably foolin’ b+tches, but you ain’t foolin’ me
n+gga, probably foolin’ b+tches, but you ain’t foolin’ me (but you ain’t foolin’ me)

[verse 2: jay critch]
you know you p+ssy, like, who is you foolin’? (who?)
rappin’ that sh+t, you ain’t doin’ (what?)
p+ssy, you better off keepin’ it movin’ (keep it movin’)
i’m in the club and i’m sneakin’ the tool in (p+ssy)
and i’m money influenced
i got the bag and i know how to move it (know how to movin’ it)
but i still act a fool with it (go crazy)
bro got the chop, act a fool with it (go crazy)
how the h+ll is you broke and you cool with it? (how?)
i done ran off with the packs, i was lootin’ it (jugg)
real finesser, you can’t go to school for this (finesse)
i got my foot in the door, now i’m lootin’ it (lootin’ it)
know the check not done, i ran it up, i ain’t rest, not once (not done)
oh, they say they flexin’, huh? (huh?)
we sent them shots, got his chest teared up (glah)
she give me p+ssy, it get teared up (hey)
whole lot of pain, but i can’t tear up (i cannot cry)
they is not gang, don’t come near us (don’t even try)
walked through the rain in my air force ones, uh (hood fave’)
gle 6’3″, now they eatin’ the dust, uh (skrrt)
her n+gga p+ssy, now she eatin’ me up
[chorus: onpointlikeop]
p+ssy, sh+t probably new to you, but ain’t new to me (no)
been touchin’ money, been gettin’ b+tches way before p+b+rty (rack, rack)
duckin’ from the cops, remember those times used to be truancy?
speak on my name or my gang (gang, gang), end up on eulogy
i’m in field, wishin’ it was two of me
how is she your b+tch, but she pursuin’ me? (ugh)
everybody think they real, but they really p+ssy with jewelry, n+gga (p+ssy)
probably foolin’ b+tches, but you ain’t foolin’ me, n+gga
probably foolin’ b+tches, but you ain’t foolin’ me (but you ain’t foolin’ me)

- onpointlikeop jay critch lyrics

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