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Foolish Beat

're apart Oh, when I was sorry it was too late to turn around (Turn around) And tell you so, there was no reason, there was no reason Just a foolish beat

Bản dịch: Gibson, Debbie. Foolish Beat.

GUCCI TIME Big Gucci Trap boys call me Brick Gucci Dime piece time piece got my Swiss movin Swiss cheese out a hata if he act foolish Swizz Beats Gucci

m a motherfuckin' P I M P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish

me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat Creepin' up my block I'm already

have done While you were here And now the foolish boy has grown Into this man, I'm sorry you've never known I'm not afraid to love, 'cause every beat

Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat

face back Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit

Cris and got a cold billy It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin' Comin' straight from the gutter Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover Lil' John he drop the beat