paroles de chanson Foolin' Around - Remix - Trey Kidd

Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin, black Benz, black plays
Black molasses (Yuki Production), blackberry the masses

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with TK and we fooling around
Can't play with that boy, I put him in the ground
Just give me the word and we laying him down
This added suppressor don't make no sound
For the 843, I put on for my town
It ain't nothing, I tell 'em, "They loving my sound"
Lil shawty like, "Trey, let's go another round"
When I'm clapping too fast, I cannot slow down
Matter fact, forget it, I'm speeding it right up
Playing this song and lil shawty gone pipe up
She pull out that Glock, I know shawty a rider
Shoutout NLE, lil shawty Don Dada
She gave me her number but I really don't call her
She know I got IG, lil shawty gone follow
And if he run up, he get shot with the hollow
If he ain't dead yet, he'll be dead tomorrow

Yeah, I told her, "Get off of me" (go)
And I'm counting this green, all this broccoli (let's go)
I'ma buy that boy house like Monopoly (okay)
Got a Asian shawty right on top of me
Yeah, she calling my phone and I don't even answer
And all of her diamonds be pink, panther
She know all the words like the national anthem
I don't care about iPhones, I got a Samsung
They know who I am and they know I'm the man
They know I pull up, I ain't playing no games
After all of these years and I'm still the same
Wanna try to rob me for a couple of chains
I'ma pull out Draco and that Glock and I'm aiming that thing
I'ma take that lil girl to the crib and she giving me brain
Spinning the block one time and we getting a stain
And I caught 'em off guard 'cause the beat finna change

And this beat go crazy, like shout-out to Yuki
And I'm climbing to the top of that mountain like Fuji
And I just met that girl but she already knew me
I'm a veteran to rapping, lil boy, you a newbie
They know I'm the Mane, like shout-out to Gucci
And they blowing the whistle, I slide with the Uzi
And I ate that lil shawty up just like a two-piece
I been counting up all of my paper like loose leaf
She wanna come over and chill with the vibe
And I really would stay but I ran out of time
My girl is a dollar, I don't want a dime
And I ain't finna cap but she kinda fine
Just give me a beat and I'm spitting some fire
I be killing these songs and I don't even try
And I don't wanna own her but lil shawty mine
Shawty checking my phone, tryna see what I type

Yeah, but why would she do that? (like why)
If I don't wanna rap with you, too bad (on God)
That lil boy be capping, he too mad (what else?)
And they mad 'cause I'm counting up two bands (let's go)
Your girl saw me, now she choosing (for sure)
Why they hating on me? It's amusing (nah-nah)
I be chilling and rapping, making music (yeah)
Shawty got some cake, yeah, she too thick (yeah)
I be all in her mouth like a toothpick (keep going)
Just give me the beat, I go stupid (fah, fah)
Yeah, yeah, on God (and we just sitting here fooling around)

Just sitting here fooling around
We just sitting here fooling around
Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin, black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses