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letra de who you foolin - gunna

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[intro]
wheezy outta here
huh, uh

[chorus]
who you think you foolin’? we not new to it
we countin’ fluent
i’m scammin’ a wood, my cup full of mud
i came out the hood
sometimes a gangsta need a hug
i’ma give all my problems above
hate when people keep doin’ too much
keep it real, the streets show you no love

[verse 1]
we don’t need no one vouchin’ for us
i’ve been grindin’ and found me a bust
i’ve been searchin’ for love and found l-st
it’s so hard to stop holdin’ a grudge
my lil’ dawg split your sh-t like a dutch
my whole squad kept the kid in the cut
keep your strap ’cause these n-gg-s play tough
pick and chose who the right one to trust
pick and chose who the right one to trust
keep it real it’s a lot fake love
n-gg-s hate but they b-tches in love
and the bentley all white like a dove
i took off, ate this xan, means it works
kicked her out, told her walk to the burbs
i’m a sipper, can tell when it’s cut
you can’t tell me that she ain’t a sl-t

[chorus]
who you think you foolin’? we not new to it
we countin’ fluent
i’m scammin’ a wood, my cup full of mud
i came out the hood
sometimes a gangsta need a hug
i’ma give all my problems above
hate when people keep doin’ too much
keep it real, the streets show you no love

[verse 2]
i don’t need no one vouchin’ for me
i be flossin’, ain’t talkin’ ’bout my teeth
car push-start, i keep losin’ the keys
chanel, boss my closet full of c’s
my sh-t wet elliantte, vvs
i got pearls ’round my neck, not no beads
i get cash in my bag while i’m sleep
new blue face, two-tone patek philippe
beverly center, shoppin’ spree on me
new agenda, don’t do nothin’ free
ain’t not one of my foreigns on e
all my b-tches got expensive weave
i sip drank for my pain to get eased
i still talk to the lord on my knees
helpin’ me take care all of my needs
and we take off the top for a breeze

[chorus]
who you think you foolin’? we not new to it
we countin’ fluent
i’m scammin’ a wood, my cup full of mud
i came out the hood
sometimes a gangsta need a hug
i’ma give all my problems above
hate when people keep doin’ too much
keep it real, the streets show you no love

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