Fools Gold - LUCKI

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Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy

Ooh ooh ooh

Aye ooh ooh ooh

Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy

All that lonely wit' a love boy

Fools gold, no talkin, interrupt joy

Don’t be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh

Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh

Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys

I got Hi-Tech waiting on me, used to jug for it

Your bitch pull up wit' them sprites and them woods for us

I got Sawbuck we on Melrose in a dub toy

I ain’t give her that attention she gon' look for it

Niggas fakin, I don’t care, couldn’t get a hook from me

What I say 'bout all these questions 'bout the fuck boys

Woah, all that flexin you are out, ay

Hope you called the Uber I’m a demon off these downers

I’m dealin the dust and spillin lean all on my trousers

I love 'em but fuck 'em niggas schemin' out they trousers

Ain’t ya done wit' the- whoa

Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy

Fools gold, no talkin, and ah, whoa, whoa, whoa

Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy, whoa

All that lonely wit' a love boy, aye

Don’t be fooled by the drugs boy, whoa