Letra de Foul - Mac Critter

Everything you said

(Mack House Entertainment)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everything you said (Said), how it's 'posed to feel? (Feel)

How I'm 'posed to feel? (For real)

How it's 'posed to feel? (For real)

How I'm 'posed to feel?

I can't hide my pain with pills

This shit make me wanna kill (Kill)

How it's 'posed to feel? (Feel, for real)

How I'm 'posed to feel?

How it's 'posed to feel?

From 7th Street to Scutterfield, that's where I live (I live, where I'm from)

You niggas don't know shit about me, just know I spin for real (Pussy ass, I'll spin)

Long live Quese, my friend for real (For real)

This shit was your dream for real (For real)

So every time I step out, yellow tape the scene for real (I drip)

Amiri and Prada (Prada)

I put on Polo like a scholar (A scholar)

I dig in the pussy, she holler (Holler)

I beat up that pussy, she holler (Holler)

Wanna beef and you ain't got a dollar (Dollar)

Spin on the opps 'til tomorrow (Brrt)

Sorry, I don't feel sorrow (Sorrow)

Switch hot, but that bitch still shoot (Brrt, brrt)

Broke bitch, she get the boot (Boot)

Waste Wock' on my Prada boot (Boot)

We gon' shoot (Shoot)

I just pray ain't no rats in the crew (Crew)

Everybody got racks in my crew (Racks)

I can't explain how beautiful you is and that pussy the truth (Truth)

I just love how the energy feel, it's mutual with you (Mutual)

Don't worry 'bout that ho, I left her in the past (Past), she ain't cuter than you (Nah)

She ain't realer than you (Realer), I'm buildin' with you (Buildin')

I can't judge you for your past (Past), that was before me ('Fore me)

You can't judge me for my past, get to know me (Know me)

That shit was the old me (Old me), this a Cartier, not no Rollie (Burr)

Opps die when they troll me (Brrt, brrt), I'ma cut her off, she post me (Post me, ho)

You wouldn't have did that, you was a throphy (Throphy)

That shit was bogus (Bogus), that shit was foul (Foul)

Everything you said (Said), how it's 'posed to feel? (Feel)

How I'm 'posed to feel? (For real)

How it's 'posed to feel? (For real)

How I'm 'posed to feel?

I can't hide my pain with pills

This shit make me wanna kill (Kill)

How it's 'posed to feel? (Feel, for real)

How I'm 'posed to feel?

How it's 'posed to feel?

From 7th Street to Scutterfield, that's where I live (I live, where I'm from)

You niggas don't know shit about me, just know I spin for real (Pussy ass, I'll spin)

Long live Quese, my friend for real (For real)

This shit was your dream for real (For real)

So every time I step out, yellow tape the scene for real (I drip)

Amiri and Prada (Prada)

I put on Polo like a scholar (A scholar)

I dig in the pussy, she holler (Holler)

I beat up that pussy, she holler (Holler)

Wanna beef and you ain't got a dollar (Dollar)

Spin on the opps 'til tomorrow (Brrt)

Sorry, I don't feel sorrow (Sorrow)

Switch hot, but that bitch still shoot (Brrt, brrt)

Broke bitch, she get the boot (Boot)

Waste Wock' on my Prada boot (Boot)

We gon' shoot (Shoot)

I just pray ain't no rats in the crew (Crew)

Everybody got racks in my crew (Racks)

I can't explain how beautiful you is and that pussy the truth (Truth)

I just love how the energy feel, it's mutual with you (Mutual)

Don't worry 'bout that ho, I left her in the past (Past), she ain't cuter than you (Nah)

She ain't realer than you (Realer), I'm buildin' with you (Buildin')

I can't judge you for your past (Past), though, before me ('Fore me)

You can't judge me for my past, get to know me (Know me)

That shit was the old me (Old me), this a Cartier, not no Rollie (Burr)

Opps die when they troll me (Brrt, brrt), I'ma cut her off, she post me (Post me, ho)

You wouldn't have did that, you was a throphy (Throphy)

That shit was bogus (Bogus), that shit was foul (Foul)

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