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lirik lagu lesson – foogiano

[intro: foogiano]
(zaytoven)
yeah, n*gga
ho, ho, mob, n*gga
tellin’ you (1017)
the mayor, n*gga, trouble (glacier)
1017 (glacier), so icy (glacier)
i can’t speak on, i can’t speak on that sh*t, can’t f*ck with them patrick*ass n*ggas
i’m on the block with this sh*t, in the trap, n*gga
huh? huh? ho, ho

[chorus: foogiano]
i don’t know sh*t about a murder, i can’t speak on (i can’t speak on)
i fill that backwood up with vlone, sound like speakerphone (zaza)
i f*cked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, “you dead wrong” (godd*mn)
i pull off in that amg, ain’t black, it’s two*tone (skrrt, skrrt)
they tried to cross me out, i tell ’em i can’t get crossed (triple cross)
i’m rich as h*ll, my pockets fat as h*ll like ham hocks (ham hocks)
yeah, it’s the mayor and the mob and we don’t take losses (it’s the mob)
he talk that sh*t, but i make one call, get that p*ssy n*gga off (off)

[verse 1: foogiano]
it’s the boss
make one false move, i’ma get that n*gga crossed
money talk
and guess what? i got a hundred in my mouth
boy, your snout
i smoke big backwoods of zaza every hour
not the same
boy, you broke as h*ll, your mama is to blame
ain’t raise you right
mama mayor raised me to grow up with stripes
i kept a pipe
’cause i seen a n*gga get k!lled on my bike
it changed my life
promised myself i wouldn’t let them take my life
so i move right
kickin’ doors every mornin’, trap at night
give you a lesson
’bout this street sh*t, i’m a motherf*ckin’ veteran
i got respect
ain’t n0body more hood than my n*gga tec
was movin’ bad
country n*gga, serve a city boy with swag
now that’s his ass
if he want smoke, say how h*ll he do the dash?
ice is cold
fifteen on my wrist, eighteen in my earlobe
we got the globe (mob)
1017, we up, bankroll hood, it can’t fold
wipe his nose (glacier)
b*tch got mad because his sl*tty*ass b*tch chose
i did her cold
made her suck me with my ice on, she was cold
[chorus: foogiano]
i don’t know sh*t about a murder, i can’t speak on (i can’t speak on)
i fill that backwood up with vlone, sound like speakerphone (zaza)
i f*cked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, “you dead wrong” (godd*mn)
i pull off in that amg, ain’t black, it’s two*tone (skrrt, skrrt)
they tried to cross me out, i tell ’em i can’t get crossed (triple cross)
i’m rich as h*ll, my pockets fat as h*ll like ham hocks (really ham)
yeah, it’s the mayor and the mob and we don’t take losses (it’s the mob)
he talk that sh*t, but i make one call, get that p*ssy n*gga off (off)

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
ayy, foogi, you ain’t got to make no calls to get them p*ssies whacked
just catch him comin’ out his sneaky link and stretch him with this mac
two hundred shots up in this optima, one*fifty in this mac
the chopper kick, got .308s, no .556s in my mag
got b*tches pullin’ out my d*ck, i went and got my bands up
could be the pilot on the plane and your ass still wouldn’t pass us
we blessed his block up with a carbon, go and pick your mans up
they done got a criminal rich, now it’s shots out the lam’ truck
i do too much, my pockets stuffed, done got my rubber bands stuck
done poured a ten up in a faygo, this might be my last cup
when you go on that mission, boy, make sure you mask up
i started my own gang, i’m into it with the task force

[chorus: foogiano]
i don’t know sh*t about a murder, i can’t speak on (i can’t speak on)
i fill that backwood up with vlone, sound like speakerphone (zaza)
i f*cked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, “you dead wrong” (godd*mn)
i pull off in that amg, ain’t black, it’s two*tone (skrrt, skrrt)
they tried to cross me out, i tell ’em i can’t get crossed (triple cross)
i’m rich as h*ll, my pockets fat as h*ll like ham hocks (ham hocks)
yeah, it’s the mayor and the mob and we don’t take losses (it’s the mob)
he talk that sh*t, but i make one call, get that p*ssy n*gga off (off)

- foogiano

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