D. Lou - Foolery

Had the time of my life
Today was the best day ever
Been doing what I want to it don't get better
D. Lou might've came with flaws yeah but that boy pressure
Every bag get flipped twice I want the extras
And please don't call my phone with all the extras
Shorty so-so that shit whatever
But this money shit yeah that shit forever
Haven't seen my day ones in forever
Boy don't think about it to much it's in your head
You a hypocrite you ain't bout half the shit you said
I'm super cool in this wide-body cherry red
Put it on the busy road and let the tires shred
Little dummy boy I've been running fades I'm Knockout Ned
Who dat boy? That boy lame he don't have cred
I can't be in love with a bitch with no bread
No hard feelings I just love a bitch that's bout her bread
Every one want to be the one they just dreaming
I just want to live my life above decent
Party with these bad hoes every single weekend
I be quick to dump a hoe for no reason
I be quick to delete the hoe and all the memories
Baby you a bad bitch but you no good for me
I'm done with all the back talk and all the foolery
Baby I was worth way more then some jewelry
I be quick to delete the hoe and all the memories
Baby you a bad bitch but you no good for me
I'm done with all the back talk and all the foolery
Baby I was worth way more then some jewelry
What's real?
I can't tell what's real
Surrounded by this fake love
Guard my heart with a shield
We were young
We use to ride big wheels
Now we grown
Point me to them blue bills
At home training yeah
Shorty work them ass drills
Yoga pants, shorty got all that ass
Ass so fat
Why the fuck you sitting girl make that clap
Don't kiss and tell
I just wish them well when I'm done with that
He a snitch, big rat, suggest you don't do that
Nines, forty cals and we keep them macs
Ho ho ho, pulled up with Rudolph and left with a sack
Little shorty no hoe
Little shorty my Little Debbie snack
Boy stop capping
You know you not living like that
This Dior what the fuck I look like wearing axe
Fancy clothes my pockets deep I got them racks
Astronaut, kush on deck we got them packs
Every one want to be the one they just dreaming
I just want to live my life above decent
Party with these bad hoes every single weekend
I be quick to dump a hoe for no reason
I be quick to delete the hoe and all the memories
Baby you a bad bitch but you no good for me
I'm done with all the back talk and all the foolery
Baby I was worth way more then some jewelry

Written by:
Devin Deon Lewis

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