C.M.L. - Foolish lyrics
[C.M.L. - Foolish lyrics]
You getting money nigga, so what
Put you on a Pro Club
Niggas think they so tough
Make a nigga fold up come to get your hoe
She pulling on me like a tow truck
Body slam a nigga on his
Helmet like I'm gold dust
Broke ass niggas acting rich
Ain't got no luck
Tired of niggas faking in the club
Ain't got no bucks
Why your homie got his tailed tucked
Ain't got no nuts
Niggas better ask about the Hank
Blood he cho'ed up
Paper bag boys, rich niggas on some mobb shit
I ain't giving passes to them
Niggas on no opp shit
Stunting off the ropes, on these clowns
Don't get drop kicked
Fill a nigga hoe load up with this hot shit
Benz after Benz, Range Rover, and a Bimmer
Niggas ain't my homies how they
Left me in the binner
Sending death threats 'cause your
Bitch hold my wiener
Took this nigga girlfriend the first
Time I seen her but she won't get no money
So I let that nigga keep her
Dirty ass hood rat, take her to the cleaners
She got a lot of ass man
A nigga might squeeze her
Or run up on a crowd with this Carbon 15er
I think my mind gone man
I'm tripping off these percs
Niggas talking crazy trying to put
Me on a shirt
I'll die and go to hell before I get worked
We don't tongue wrestle
We put suckers in the dirt
Give that boy a hearse
Yeah we got to him first
Fuck a nigga whole life up like he cursed
Mama tell me I'm a angel, I know I'm a jerk
Glock with a switch
'bout to let it go to work
In my city I'm the worst
Everybody know that shit
Little mama say she pregnant
I don't even know that bitch
Walking with your ass out
Then baby show that shit
Niggas tell me I'm the one
Like I don't know that shit
Dreadlocks go, pockets bulging, do the math
Ima beat you up or let the homie shoot yo ass
Way I got up on him homie
Couldn't do the dash
He had his nose in up in my bidness
So I blew it back we don't give a fuck about
Them niggas and they feelings
We just tryna stack another
Ticket to the ceiling
I'm a cold hearted thug
I'm like fuck how niggas feeling
When I step up in the club
I'm the freshest in the building
I'm really on some other shit
They know that I'm a maniac
If I let your broke ass hold something
Nigga pay me back i'm Mr walk Um Down
Hit his crown with that baby MAC
Had to put the steel on his
Grill like a baby back
Put you on a Pro Club
Niggas think they so tough
Make a nigga fold up come to get your hoe
She pulling on me like a tow truck
Body slam a nigga on his
Helmet like I'm gold dust
Broke ass niggas acting rich
Ain't got no luck
Tired of niggas faking in the club
Ain't got no bucks
Why your homie got his tailed tucked
Ain't got no nuts
Niggas better ask about the Hank
Blood he cho'ed up
Paper bag boys, rich niggas on some mobb shit
I ain't giving passes to them
Niggas on no opp shit
Stunting off the ropes, on these clowns
Don't get drop kicked
Fill a nigga hoe load up with this hot shit
Benz after Benz, Range Rover, and a Bimmer
Niggas ain't my homies how they
Left me in the binner
Sending death threats 'cause your
Bitch hold my wiener
Took this nigga girlfriend the first
Time I seen her but she won't get no money
So I let that nigga keep her
Dirty ass hood rat, take her to the cleaners
She got a lot of ass man
A nigga might squeeze her
Or run up on a crowd with this Carbon 15er
I think my mind gone man
I'm tripping off these percs
Niggas talking crazy trying to put
Me on a shirt
I'll die and go to hell before I get worked
We don't tongue wrestle
We put suckers in the dirt
Give that boy a hearse
Yeah we got to him first
Fuck a nigga whole life up like he cursed
Mama tell me I'm a angel, I know I'm a jerk
Glock with a switch
'bout to let it go to work
In my city I'm the worst
Everybody know that shit
Little mama say she pregnant
I don't even know that bitch
Walking with your ass out
Then baby show that shit
Niggas tell me I'm the one
Like I don't know that shit
Dreadlocks go, pockets bulging, do the math
Ima beat you up or let the homie shoot yo ass
Way I got up on him homie
Couldn't do the dash
He had his nose in up in my bidness
So I blew it back we don't give a fuck about
Them niggas and they feelings
We just tryna stack another
Ticket to the ceiling
I'm a cold hearted thug
I'm like fuck how niggas feeling
When I step up in the club
I'm the freshest in the building
I'm really on some other shit
They know that I'm a maniac
If I let your broke ass hold something
Nigga pay me back i'm Mr walk Um Down
Hit his crown with that baby MAC
Had to put the steel on his
Grill like a baby back