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Foolio - Double That Lyrics



Foolio - Double That Lyrics
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We the ones that really drillin'
Freddy got killed for attin' Bibby in his mentions
Poppa you a bitch, we beat yo' ass, made you a victim
Made you clique up with that singer, hope you know he dyin' with you
Chi-chi's forty years old, had 'em runnin' like a teen
F*ck 1200, 2nd, 5, and Melvin Street
F*ck 00, 26th, the whole backstreet
Twelve killed my lil' brother so it's f*ck the police
When we slide ain't shit safe, f*ck your mama and them children
Plug keep throwin' us turkeys, man I think his ass a pilgrim
Mama told me jit my cousin, "Mom, I still gotta kill 'em"
Hit the news smilin', bitch I'm vile, share my picture
If you rollin' with the opps you get cropped out that picture
Every time somebody die they sayin', "Foolio 'nem did it"
I was really fourteen shootin' up the city
I was fifteen when I got shot with that glizzy
Somebody call the vet' my dawg hang with rats
Somebody help scotty my felons took his snacks
Gettin' extorted, can't touch a trey come through the flat
And I don't care who got them racks, boy, I got them racks
Drop some guap on yo' top, now yo' ass a pack
Kojack, he like Ray Lewis, 'cause he just want a sack
He makin' diss songs but wrote a statement on Crackajack
Rose just took twin's Glock, nigga and that's facts
Whodie hit the light, turn right, they on jessie street
Hit the cut by first, we got a runner, I think I see lil leeke
He runnin', my lil' youngin got to gunnin' with that .223
Then take a trip to the yellow store, I need some grabba leaf
I'm tryna knock yo' clique off, 6Block we in the playoffs
Ain't worried 'bout twin 'cause I'm tryna catch his big dawg
Keeme, boy, yo' daddy's the police, stop callin' my phone
Reddot, he told on moody, boy y'all dead wrong
Catch one of 'em in public then I'm on their ass
You can't run from this shit, I'ma f*ckin' spazz
All the opps f*ckin' scared 'cause I got a bag
I don't wanna f*ck that bitch 'cause her pussy bad
I heard it's fifty on my head, nigga double that
Send them boys my way and they ain't comin' back
I heard it's fifty on my head, nigga double that
Pussy, you niggas hidin', boy double that

I'm in the city for real, nigga
Double that
Ayy, I heard it's fifty, nigga, double that
I heard it's fifty on my, nigga, double that (fifty, fifty)
Ayy, ayy, make it hundred (got my glizzy, glizzy)
Make it two hundred (double that)
Big don dada
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English

We the ones that really drillin'
Freddy got killed for attin' Bibby in his mentions
Poppa you a bitch, we beat yo' ass, made you a victim
Made you clique up with that singer, hope you know he dyin' with you
Chi-chi's forty years old, had 'em runnin' like a teen
F*ck 1200, 2nd, 5, and Melvin Street
F*ck 00, 26th, the whole backstreet
Twelve killed my lil' brother so it's f*ck the police
When we slide ain't shit safe, f*ck your mama and them children
Plug keep throwin' us turkeys, man I think his ass a pilgrim
Mama told me jit my cousin, "Mom, I still gotta kill 'em"
Hit the news smilin', bitch I'm vile, share my picture
If you rollin' with the opps you get cropped out that picture
Every time somebody die they sayin', "Foolio 'nem did it"
I was really fourteen shootin' up the city
I was fifteen when I got shot with that glizzy
Somebody call the vet' my dawg hang with rats
Somebody help scotty my felons took his snacks
Gettin' extorted, can't touch a trey come through the flat
And I don't care who got them racks, boy, I got them racks
Drop some guap on yo' top, now yo' ass a pack
Kojack, he like Ray Lewis, 'cause he just want a sack
He makin' diss songs but wrote a statement on Crackajack
Rose just took twin's Glock, nigga and that's facts
Whodie hit the light, turn right, they on jessie street
Hit the cut by first, we got a runner, I think I see lil leeke
He runnin', my lil' youngin got to gunnin' with that .223
Then take a trip to the yellow store, I need some grabba leaf
I'm tryna knock yo' clique off, 6Block we in the playoffs
Ain't worried 'bout twin 'cause I'm tryna catch his big dawg
Keeme, boy, yo' daddy's the police, stop callin' my phone
Reddot, he told on moody, boy y'all dead wrong
Catch one of 'em in public then I'm on their ass
You can't run from this shit, I'ma f*ckin' spazz
All the opps f*ckin' scared 'cause I got a bag
I don't wanna f*ck that bitch 'cause her pussy bad
I heard it's fifty on my head, nigga double that
Send them boys my way and they ain't comin' back
I heard it's fifty on my head, nigga double that
Pussy, you niggas hidin', boy double that

I'm in the city for real, nigga
Double that
Ayy, I heard it's fifty, nigga, double that
I heard it's fifty on my, nigga, double that (fifty, fifty)
Ayy, ayy, make it hundred (got my glizzy, glizzy)
Make it two hundred (double that)
Big don dada
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Writer: Charles Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Foolio
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Charles Jones

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