Sonrisa23 - FOOLZ Lyrics

Hasta yo mismo lo tenia
Pero eso tu sabe que ya
A uno no le da' eso dos veces

Aveces que uno tose y vaina
Pero tu sabe' que dime
Eso es vainita

Wey, wey, wey loco
Quitame esa mierda
Mejor pon esta psicopatada

Somos tarjetero'
Atrás de dinero
Me busco lo Money
Me buscan lo cuero

Tú eres chota
Un traicionero
Tamo en un Lambo
Rompiendo millero

Pásate pa' hacerte pal de agujero
Con la ñoña yo te hago un tercero
Mi hijo lo cojen si es que yo muero
La droga la llevó como un cartero

Me busco lo money (eyy)
Siempre me cojo a tu shorty (eyy)
Tus rimas son toa' funny
Y que Rapeas flow Boli (eyy)

Yo no soy un comediante (eyy)
Yo rapeo como un Maliante (eyy)
Yo soy un adulto
Y tu un infante (eyy, eyyy)

Yo no soy de quedar quieto
Si se pasan pisa las dejo
Tengo una franco color yeso
Mis balas te dejan siempre tieso

I don't got guns
I got hands
You be making dollars
I'm making bands
I got the idea
I'm making plans
I'm out with the squad
Nah these ain't no clans

I'm coming outside and I got 2 weapons
And they just both made out of skin
He tell me he wanna scrap so
I just tell him get ready to see who gonna win

She asking me if I make money
I give her the answer it's yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I'm making moves but I ain't a dancer yea, yea, yea, yea

You don't want no problem
Last guy keep on talking I got em
He wanna get free
Not getting away from me

He wanna talk but don't wanna act
He not gonna fight I know for a fact
He don't got no money already knew that
Trynna get to the front sending him to the back

I ain't playing games tho
I gotta ball but my name ain't James though
Don't got enemies but I gotta take names though
Pull up to the court but I ain't making claims though
Don't got any ice but I gotta making flames though

I got friends, it depends, where it ends
I don't got no problem
Gotta cleanse off the lends
Clear visions I can't live without em
I got 5s I got 10s I got bens
My pockets can't doubt em

Getting the hundreds I count em
Fans pulling up I discount em
You pulling up on me?
I'm pulling up on you
What u gonna do?

I don't got guns
I got hands
You be making dollars
I'm making bands
I got the idea
I'm making plans
I'm out with the squad
Nah these ain't no clans

I'm coming outside and I got 2 weapons
And they just both made out of skin
He tell me he wanna scrap so
I just tell him get ready to see who gonna win

She asking me if I make money
I give her the answer it's yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I'm making moves but I ain't a dancer yea, yea, yea, yea