Don`t Let Them Fool Ya Lyrics

Don`t Let Them Fool Ya

Album: Time Is Money

 

 

 [Baby Beesh and Grimm - chorus 2x] 

 Don't let them foolya 

 We just come to school ya 

 Glory Glory haleloya 

 No red against no blue 

 You know you know 

 

 [Verse 1 Baby Beesh] 

 Now you livin that fast track 

 Chasin that ass crack 

 I be making my money fucking with the Jones and Nasdaq 

 We be blowin on fat sacks 

 And cacthing amnesia with these heaters 

 Making beleivers out of haters and cheaters 

 You know that violence interupts my dope trade 

 I just do the herb no cocaine 

 Don't be afraid boy 

 To be all about your bread boy 

 But wacth the devil cuase the devil he's decoy 

 Destroy all the hate in your veins 

 Count your change and rearrange 

 Them games is played out man 

 Them dirty macks they to stop me but I'm a player profit 

 I get the dope cook it up and rechop it 

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Verse 2 South Park Mexican] 

 Smoking smelly 

 Put a hole in your belly 

 You wan't to test us oh really 

 Got a call on my celley 

 They wan't to bury us 

 You fucking haters sound halerious 

 The I turn the brave into the sariest 

 Smoke water and get wetter than aquarious 

 Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets 

 I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets 

 My future is clear just like a shot of vodka 

 I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda 

 If you jelous listen up fellas 

 It's no problem to show you where hell is 

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Verse 3 Rasheed] 

 While some niggas is stickin with ya 

 Your murder is being choreographed 

 Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath 

 After the last laugh 

 When the mutherfuckers smoke clears 

 Niggas broke hear 

 Choking hanging like chandliers 

 I bust at the man in the mirror 

 Making my face crack 

 Replace that Rasheed dope house killa 

 Keep it coming back or running back 

 With a ball and chain in my hand 

 Ain't no substain 

 The man with the vision of the galexy span 

 

 [Verse 4 Low G] 

 Respect that 

 It's the million dollar wetback 

 In jet black 

 You cross my line and get your head cracked 

 Yea yea ya tu sabes qien soy 

 Don't sweat me boy 

 Ya tu sabes donde estoy 

 I'm on the Hunt G 

 The only street with the palm tree's 

 It's Low G 

 I only rap about what's done g 

 You can't stop me 

 Came to your city on a donkey 

 The slavea I'm bringing back the wet flava 

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [South Park Mexican] 

 He's on crack 

 She's on snow 

 He's so old he can't fuck no mo 

 She's a whore he's a snicth 

 Most of my niggas dying over a bicth