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Kant Fool Me Video (MV)




Performed By: A. Rell
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Marrell Garland




A. Rell - Kant Fool Me Lyrics




Mannn, I done been in this bitch since like mfkin Twelve'o'clock in the morning
Man this Shit crazy

Lean cup, new drank
Candy hoe, Dulce
Scary Hoe, Hit yo toupee
All these niggas hoes do what I say
Cold shit, Ice age
Keep The Uzi bitch
Point it that way
I feel like ludacris
Might act a fool n shit
You think I'm dumb as f*ck?
You think you fooling shit?

Hoe I really think that you was full of shit
F*cking up, when I had plans of really getting rich
F*cking up, But you had told me that you meant That shit
Don't give no f*ck, I guess that's really how it Really get
Now I'm all alone, see it's Evident
That I just need myself, realest as it ever get
And I don't need no help, doubt I'll ever feel again
Cause all these bitches moving round some like 50 Cent
Many Men, Call Again
I ain't picking up, Bitch go call your mans
What is that? Not a band
Got a hunned racks, in a sprinter van
In her pussy, told her I be going ham
Something like a drill something like a f*ckin ram
Gimme space bitch, ain't talking bout no ram
Don't hit my Line if you ain't asking for more than A gram

Lean cup, new drank
Candy hoe, Dulce
Scary Hoe, Hit yo toupee
All these niggas hoes, do what I say
Cold shit, Ice age
Keep a Uzi bitch
Point it that way
I feel like ludacris
Might act a fool n shit
You think I'm dumb as f*ck?
You think you fooling shit?
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Mannn, I done been in this bitch since like mfkin Twelve'o'clock in the morning
Man this Shit crazy

Lean cup, new drank
Candy hoe, Dulce
Scary Hoe, Hit yo toupee
All these niggas hoes do what I say
Cold shit, Ice age
Keep The Uzi bitch
Point it that way
I feel like ludacris
Might act a fool n shit
You think I'm dumb as f*ck?
You think you fooling shit?

Hoe I really think that you was full of shit
F*cking up, when I had plans of really getting rich
F*cking up, But you had told me that you meant That shit
Don't give no f*ck, I guess that's really how it Really get
Now I'm all alone, see it's Evident
That I just need myself, realest as it ever get
And I don't need no help, doubt I'll ever feel again
Cause all these bitches moving round some like 50 Cent
Many Men, Call Again
I ain't picking up, Bitch go call your mans
What is that? Not a band
Got a hunned racks, in a sprinter van
In her pussy, told her I be going ham
Something like a drill something like a f*ckin ram
Gimme space bitch, ain't talking bout no ram
Don't hit my Line if you ain't asking for more than A gram

Lean cup, new drank
Candy hoe, Dulce
Scary Hoe, Hit yo toupee
All these niggas hoes, do what I say
Cold shit, Ice age
Keep a Uzi bitch
Point it that way
I feel like ludacris
Might act a fool n shit
You think I'm dumb as f*ck?
You think you fooling shit?
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Writer: Marrell Garland
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