Xhulooo & Xjay - Foolishness (feat. Talinwya)

Aye, yeah-ah
Aye, yeah-ah
Aye, yeah-ah
Aye, yeah-ah
Got them stars up in the roof and shit
At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)
Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)
Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (I ain't tryna be your fool)
Got them stars up in the roof and shit
At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)
Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)
Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (Yeah-ah)
Check cleared, now a nigga happy
Got them racks sitting in the backseat (Yeah-uh)
You ain't gang, nigga, so don't dap me (Dap)
Niggas weird, always moving wacky (On God)
With my boys, I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Ha)
Margiela on me, rockin' Tabis (Uh)
Niggas swag stealin' they ain't ask me
Downtown, coolin' with a Abbey (Nah)
Rick Owen's all up on my khakis
Twin servin' chicken, what's a Zaxby's? (What?)
Wide body, swervin' in a Tracky
She be buggin', acting hella bratty
Niggas fits ass, and they tacky
Roll a spliff up, it's a fatty
With my dog, feeling like I'm shaggy
Pockets fat, little Kyle Massey
Got them stars up in the roof and shit
At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)
Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)
Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (I ain't tryna be your fool)
Got them stars up in the roof and shit
At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool, rah!)
Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)
Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (Yeah-ah)
I'm rockin YSL up on my shirt, I had to rock the cooling kit
I'm in the club, and Diamond hand the blick and told me what the tool this is
That lil bitch wanna play me, yeah
Geeked up, just like the 80's yeah
Crazy lil bitch wanna date me, yeah
Oh my god, she gonna hate me (Oh my)
Oh my god, she want my... shirt
I ain't poppin' no percs
Spent a bag on a bag, I ain't talkin' no bin, I ain't talkin' no purse (Woah)
Met this bitch on the gram, she keep blowin' my phone, I ain't talkin' bout her
He paid a 20 ball for my song, but I ain't even talkin' bout work, turn up
Wave in the crowd, like turn up (Brraow!)
Bands in the crowd, like turn up (Woo!)
Bitch wanna... (Turn up, woo!)
Got a bitch on my dick, like (Turn up!)
Getting rich from this shit, like (Turn up! Huh)
Getting rich from this shit, like (Turn up!)
Got your bitch in the spot, like (Turn up!)
Put a bitch in the spotlight (Turn up!)
Got them stars up in the roof and shit
At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)
Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)
Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (I ain't tryna be your fool)
Got them stars up in the roof and shit
At the party in the club, brodie got the tool in it (Yeah, brodie got the tool)
Niggas get a platform, don't know what to do with it (Don't be knowing what to do)
Sorry, shawty, I ain't tryna deal with your foolishness (Yeah-ah)
Aye, yeah-ah
Aye, yeah-ah
Aye, yeah-ah
Aye, yeah-ah

Written by:
Arturo LaMotta, Talin Cooper

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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