letra de foul out - noodah05
[intro]
(yamnie got some fire, baby)
yeah, yeah, yeah (young kidd got the heat, baby)
[chorus: noodah05]
one little chopper make the whole bird sing (make the whole bird sing)
stackin’ up my dollars, hope that sh-t do change (show ’em how i do)
i been workin’ on my craft, i think i found a new wave (yeah)
lost my profit on the dice, i got it back in two days
on the road to riches, bro, we ain’t gotta race, it’s two lanes (yeah)
i couldn’t let her in, i left my heart out (my heart out)
hood got me screamin’ out this b-tch, we some headbusters
we too aggressive and we ballin’, we might foul out
[verse 1: noodah05]
i’m quick to touch that finish line, what you gon’ start now? (what you gon’ start now?)
i’m freaky when i f-ck my b-tch, i’ll probably hold her down (nasty)
i’m takin’ flights with all my feelings, pain when i smile (tragic)
i’m gettin’ drunk on all this liquor, f-ck me how you want
stella got her groove back like angela bassett (like angela bassett)
i’ma work the driver seat, my lil’ dog work the tec (rraow, rraow)
i ain’t stuntin’ no n-gga on the ‘net ’cause they ain’t threats (yah, yah)
ran into some diamonds, all i seen a trx (wow)
she gon’ go from instagram soon as she see her check (see her check)
a lot of n-ggas sayin’ that they gon’ crash, well, n-gga, wreck (well, n-gga, wreck)
knew they was gon’ cop it soon as they had caught a chance (chance, yeah, to stand)
have somethin’ to stand for, these n-ggas takin’ stands (cheese)
[chorus: noodah05]
one little chopper make the whole bird sing (make the whole bird sing)
stackin’ up my dollars, hope that sh-t do change (show ’em how i do)
i been workin’ on my craft, i think i found a new wave (yeah)
lost my profit on the dice, i got it back in two days
on the road to riches, bro, we ain’t gotta race, it’s two lanes (yeah)
i couldn’t let her in, i left my heart out (my heart out)
hood got me screamin’ out this b-tch, we some headbusters
we too aggressive and we ballin’, we might foul out
[verse 2: lil baby]
yeah, mini-draco same size as a handgun
threw away all the fn, that sh-t went down, the b-tch had jammed on me
known for walkin’ ’round this b-tch with bands on me
all that tough sh-t, really bluffin’, bet a n-gga won’t put his hands on me
i go off, i don’t need céline things, just a bottega jacket
i’d be somewhere sellin’ whole things if i ain’t make it rappin’
i’m still somewhere sellin’ whole things and i done made it rappin’
know this sh-t ain’t nothin’ like it seem, i know they all cappin’
my lil’ n-ggas rockin’ thirties for they belt, ain’t gotta step
hundred shots inside a trackhawk, i ain’t never by myself
make a million out this cabinet, they can’t put me on no shelf
shout out cuz ‘nem out in cali, they keep sendin’ all these deps
[chorus: noodah05]
one little chopper make the whole bird sing (make the whole bird sing)
stackin’ up my dollars, hope that sh-t do change (show ’em how i do)
i been workin’ on my craft, i think i found a new wave (yeah)
lost my profit on the dice, i got it back in two days
on the road to riches, bro, we ain’t gotta race, it’s two lanes (yeah)
i couldn’t let her in, i left my heart out (my heart out)
hood got me screamin’ out this b-tch, we some headbusters
we too aggressive and we ballin’, we might foul out
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