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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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