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letra de fooling around remix - vellydagoat

fooling around remix lyrics
[intro: solange]
brown liquor
brown sugar, brown face
brown liquor
brown sugar, brown braids
black skin
black benz, black plays
black molasses, blackberry the masses (yuki productions)

[verse]
i need a bad b-tch that act a lil’ bougie, but talk when she ratchet, i love when they ghetto
she blowing the d-ck like a clarinet, n-gga, but holding this sh-t like the stick of a cello
you calling me gang in this b-tch, but you ain’t even came with the sh-ts, how the f-ck you my fellows?
got a big booty ho in the spot, she be shaking her ass like a thot, make it jiggle like jello
number one like i’m d. rose
man, i f-cked up the game like a cheat code
n-ggas talking that sh-t, but it’s cheap though
why he talking ’bout bands? he don’t see those
b-tch, i’m all about chips, doritos
get ’em quick, wrapping them all like burritos
b-tch, i get under they skin like mosquitos
hitting his ho, got her singing them c-notes
made a comeback and i’m spazzing and sh-t
n-ggas, they mad ’cause i’m having that sh-t
he tryna play? he get smacked with a stick
we come off the block like it’s madden and sh-t
you n-ggas to trust? got me laughing and sh-t, no cap
i really been running this sh-t like laps
these n-ggas been sleeping on me like naps
i’m waking ’em up in this b-tch with a slap (ayy)
who you know that could really come do better?
why you talking that loud? boy, you knew better
i’m a playboy, lil’ b-tch, like i’m hugh hefner
i came hot in this b-tch like it’s new weather
six seasons, ice on my neck and my wrist and the rings on my fingers, this sh-t like a cold winter
i’m greening, perfect release when i’m shooting my shot like it’s 2k, lil’ b-tch, i hit game-winners
n-ggas see green from the beam like a close friend
ho, i’m the g.o.a.t., man, they know i’m the best there
please, don’t come try me, get slapped with an f.n
aim for the head, he won’t need him a vest then
f-cking this b-tch, now i’m hitting the best friend
she said i put d-ck in her mo’f-cking backbone
it ain’t a beat that a n-gga can’t rap on
like he attachments, it came like an add-on (uh, d-mn)
they thought i was done
i shine bright hard in this b-tch like the sun
y’all n-ggas my kids, i call y’all my sons
they say my time up, but this sh-t just be going home, bound to blow like the shots of a gun
n-ggas rosa parks, they be tryna front
b-tch, i’m heavy-hitting, ain’t trying to bunt
said he had the racks, he ain’t getting enough
pressing like a b-tton, we getting him touched (it’s ‘goat)
[outro: solange]
brown liquor
brown sugar, brown face
brown liquor
brown sugar, brown braids
black skin
black benz, black plays
black molasses, blackberry the masses (yuki productions)

- vellydagoat

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