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letra de going up - foolay dc

these n-ggas trynna bite the leak
and everybody know it
ran off with his pack

and everybody know it
lil foolay really poppin sh-t
and everybody know it
in his feelings think i took his b-tch
and everybody know it
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee

n-gga this a big ole float
been swiping them cards since four
junkies gone swing my door
we going up but them prices low
high rise loft 10th floor
came up we was sleeping on the floor
woah uh
took off on em didn’t look back
got em thinking that i’m selling my soul
uh
fell into some big ole racks
got em mad cuz i been i’m my bag
my b-tch want chanel no.9
she can get what she want if she bad
little n-gga been going out bad
can’t get no bag he mad
big facts we get them bags for the low
but them off brand n-ggas getting taxed
you trynna imitate how i move
you trying to hard be you
you know we ain’t f-cking with you
we know you ain’t working no move
yett
my sh-t going up times two
i just popped me a perc
i need two
these b-tches still coming by the two’s
kick flavor like dis
ohh woo

these n-ggas trynna bite the leak
and everybody know it
ran off with his pack
and everybody know it
lil foolay really poppin sh-t
and everybody know it
in his feelings think i took his b-tch
and everybody know it
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee
going up
going up
going up
going up
ayee

pour it up
hi-tec red
fill me up
ehyett
beat the block
pray on the opps
we astronauts
we going up
coming in first ain’t no runner up
i’m flattered i know they gone copy us
drop the pin
we locking in
plugged in
mexican
amg
mercedes benz
blue strips
bestfriends
sensei
foolay
my sons
all dem
let em in
they strait
need percs
right place
f-ckin with me cuz i’m popping
exotic straight out the tropics
mink rugs
mink lashes
know i got it
still swiping
bank juggs
dark web
she soaking wet
parasail
need more bags
done broke the scale
this a trap spot
we don’t check the mail
need more money
la’veon bell
keep ya mouth closed
it’s gone sell itself

- foolay dc

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