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foolish freestyle - swavay & ronny dogood lyrics

[verse 1: swavay]
uh, yeah, uh
i spit that other sh*t
“that’s a nice motherf*cker” sh*t
that “meet your mother” sh*t
but she love me ’cause of that gutter sh*t
shawty like the way that i speak, she like that southern sh*t
you all sucker sh*t
i up it, you get to runnin’ quick
always been the man of the house, mama ain’t runnin’ sh*t
i’m from where, by 17, had weapons under the cover, sh*t
i’m a different n*gga, never let a n*gga in my house
speakin’ that guns and b*tter sh*t
been ’bout my bread and b*tter, b*tch
men lie and hoes lie more, so i can’t love a b*tch
grimy n*gga, get one of the homegirls to cut a b*tch
went and got my own money, never played the numbers, b*tch
invested in myself and sat back and watched the numbers hit
i don’t do a lot of friends, i just do the brother sh*t
and for my brothers, i let it burn like this some usher sh*t
only splittin’ suppers with ones i had to suffer with
knew m3’s, the whole team, burnin’ rubbers sh*t
shawty tried to trap me so i had to do the rubber sh*t
crazy ass b*tch, i can’t do the baby mother sh*t
no cap, i do the beanie before the trucker, sh*t
north face puffer sh*t, every day some other kicks
just a couple years ago was juugin’ all summer, sh*t
runnin’ ’round atlanta, i ain’t talkin’ donald glover, sh*t
i done seen some bodies go from solid down to dust and sh*t
i was born from still, my n*gga, i’m cut from tougher sh*t
my b*tch body like ashanti, p*ssy game dasani
i’m tryna see where her head at, she told me, “sloppy”
i’m tryna make another stack, she told me she got me
i told her, “take this work out west, no phones, just mapquest”
“and if they don’t [?], gotta catch a body”
she told me, “daddy, copy”
she came back a week later, had so much cash on her
man, i thought this sh*t was copied
now that’s some clyde and bonnie
i took her out to icebox, and now her neck is hockey
i ditched the b*tch a week later, i know she still got me
told you that i wasn’t sh*t
made the b*tch my intern, and now she on some runnin’ sh*t
told you that i spit that other sh*t
“that’s a cold motherf*cker” sh*t
[verse 2: ronny dogood]
it’s the shapeshifter, mayday spitter
type to keep some p*ssy in my face and mind on the millions
marble floors in the house, the crib lookin’ sicilian
sculptures of my b*tch layin’ naked in the sitting deck
never been a minute man
hawaiian shirt on me ’cause my brain keep trippin’, man
low dose of the tryptophan
this a lil’ silhouette
when i get up on the beat, all the hoes p*ssy wet
this blue dream kush hit the best
sh*t get cold, need a coat for the blizzard
got a group of white hoes that like to say, “let’s get slizzered”
my b*tch call me, “daddy,” and her kid call me, “mister”
i’m rappin’ in the studio, she sendin’ me some pictures
spit the dopest sh*t, sip a frozen fifth
got a b*tch that like to f*ck on some gloryhole sh*t
my life’s kinda nuts, can’t be explainin’ some of this sh*t
so i put it in the raps and then get over most of it
i could never f*ck with y’all, only ridin’ for my dawgs
it’s mr. dogood, b*tch, i ooze out sauce
i’m flippin’, doin’ somersaults, i came from up under y’all
and never gave a f*ck like i’m lyin’ under oath
i just lost it, your honor, i’m sorry, they can’t stop me
i only make music to fill up the monotony
i’m chillin’ on my side piece, the brad pitt pikey
dare someone to fight me, that freaky man ronny, yeah, copy that one of the coldest motherf*ckers that ever learned to rap
spit that make her lose herself when i get it from the back
set up in the lab, look like dexter cookin’ crack
abusin’ his own stash, i’m only spewin’ facts
it’s a mad world we all live in
posted in the back with some hoes countin’ stacks in my*
dobermans, yeah, i’m f*cked up on the tabs, here we go again
it’s dogood

- swavay ronny dogood lyrics

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