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quadeca, moxas, egovert & kil - tomfoolery (demo version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: egovert]
hi! hahahaha…
it’s me! (do the dance on my d_ck)
(morteh!)
(mike g, you can’t do this to them, man)

[chorus: egovert]
yeah, huh, what did you do to me? ha (ooh, ooh, ooh)
it is like 3 am, waiting for you to send nudes to me, huh, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
huh, what? huh, you like my jewelry, huh, yeah (shine)
my name is ego, but i really like tomfoolery, huh (ooh, ooh, ooh)

[verse 1: quadeca]
ayy, yeah
ooh, i like tomfoolery, yeah, uh (huh?)
when i’m on a track, all the basic b_tches sayin’, “who is he?” (who?)
better take a seat right now, it’s quadeca on this sh_t, get used to me, huh (facts!)
i rock designer that i don’t pr_nounce right, check out my louis v, uh, b_tch (ooh, yeah)
yeah, i’m just being stupid, b, huh ([?])
i ain’t on the top right now, but they know a motherf_cker soon to be, yeah ([?])
when i’m on the stage they call me ‘the pediatrist’, i make ’em move they feet, yeah (hahaha, [?])
i birthed all you haters, i’m sorry you cryin’, i got you a booster seat (_baby crying_)
here, take it! it’s free (what?), it’s free! (yeah!) quadeca ([?]), thats me! (yeah)
lil’ b_tch ([?]), i’m rich (yeah!), like kylie (yeah!)
i don’t miss ([?]), like kyrie (yeah!), i get hits (yeah!); mlb (yeah!)
if you really think you gonna take my spot, i gotta teach you all a lesson, please find your assigned seat ([?], hahaha)
bit_! (yeah, yeah, ayy)
[chorus: egovert]
yeah, huh, what did you do to me? ha
it is like 3 am, waiting for you to send nudes to me, huh, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
huh, what? huh, you like my jewelry, huh, yeah (shine)
my name is ego, but i really like tomfoolery

[verse 2: moxas]
huh? what? yeah, ayy (ayy, yeah, ayy)
got some thotties, i’ll be back in a minute (ayy, huh?) (ayy, what?)
seven in the uber, packin’ them in it (what? ayy!) (huh? yeah!)
we make b_tches sit on laps in the civic (huh?)
see me whippin’ in the lab with the physics (yeah)
see me drippin’, “aw, d_mn… he drippin’ now” (yeah)
doing sh_t that ya’ll can’t, you trippin now (what? huh?)
used to rock the off_brand, i get it now
back when i would toss hands, i hit it now (yeah)
so i administer pain when i’m in it (yeah)
the second i get me a target, i hit ’em (hoo!)
f_ckin’ your auntie my hobbie (yeah)
she say i’m her baby, ’cause i get a check from the rhythm (huh?)
spittin’ on a mission of bars (yeah)
you hear me spittin’, that’s the wisdom of god (what?)
no competition, rip ’em, pick ’em apart (yeah)
my penicillin isn’t fixin’ ’em dawg, nah (huh?)
yes, yes, yes (yes)
yes, yes, yes, uh (yes)
i’m a put my d_ck up in her br__sts
br__sts, br__sts, uh
my b_tch is so sad, she is depressed (huh? yeah)
_pressed_pressed_pressed (yeah, what?)
moxas in this b_tch, i’m up next (ayy, what?)
ugh, yeah, f_ck! (ayy, f_ck!)
[chorus: egovert]
yeah, huh, what did you do to me? ha
it is like 3 am, waiting for you to send nudes to me, huh, yeah
huh, what? huh, you like my jewelry, huh, yeah (shine)
my name is ego, but i really like tomfoolery, huh

[verse 3: egovert]
i like tomfoolery (yeah), i like to f_ck sh_t up (yer!)
i was up in her b_tt (“oh yeah!”), playing candy crush (me!)
do not keep playin’ with me, little n_gga, or choppa will turn you to candy dust (wow, wow!)
she keep blowing up my phone, talkin’ ’bout, “i am mad at you” b_tch, i don’t give a f_ck (grr!)
heard your new n_gga is broke, so i told lil’ shawty, “if you want, you come with us (slatt!)
i’m checking my bank account balance, amount of zeroes is making my s_m_n rush (wow!)
quick lil’ ting, got a kim k cake, and her ass is round, so i hit replay (yeah)
dance on the d_ck, call it harlem shake, bring a friend for my n_gga, by the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: kil]
uh
i go r_t_rded like foolery tom (i go r_t_rded)
ran up a milli’, so google me, mom! (yeah!)
i’m sn_tching your sh_t where your jewelery hide? (sn_tch!)
she look at my d_ck with them googly eyes (ooh!)
slide in her dm’s like a snow slope
blow_blow up on my pole, no oboe (oh, oh, uh)
blowing up clouds of the gas like the ozone (what?)
we cloud nine, one up from the ocho, yeah ([?], yeah)
b_tch be lyin’ like sh_t madagascar (you lyin’ like, sh_t_ boy)
takin’ d_ck like the ground of your backyard (she want some d_ck)
she wasn’t ready, but i am not kev hart
pop out the cut like i’m walking on glass shards (ouch!)
she like to creep on my stick like a grasshop’
i do not pipe her if it do not clap hard (uh, uh!)
i do not cap, so i take my cap off
pass it to ego so we can just blast off (vyoom!)
got no whip, so we meetin’ up halfway ([?])
took your b_tch to the hard rock cafe ([?])
i got the bag of the cash at a swag bank ([?])
starbucks, i order that trappe
pack of backwoods, tobacco wrapper (_deep exhale_)
to the adam’s apple, got me chokin’ rabbit
like the battle rapper at the f_cking shelter
like it’s marshall mathers when you call him “cracker”
[outro: kil]
yeah, huh, yeah

- quadeca moxas egovert kil

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