Dont Let Them Foolya Lyrics by South Park Mexican

Dont Let Them Foolya Lyrics

    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

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