Foolish 2 Love Lyrics

I'm a fool for loving you, I'm a fool for loving the world

I say I'm too foolish to love and I'm too foolish to trust

Oh you going out with your ratchet ass friends, that's what's up

Why Every time when I go out, come back home, you never there

Found out that you was cheating, you did me worser than the last

I don't understand why these bitches always put me in last

Sometimes I always wonder is I'm the one moving fast

And I'm free from all this pain and I'm free at last

Feel like Dr. King, bitch, I had a dream about the past

Sometimes upcoming rappers look up to the forecast

Praying to hope a nigga make it, bitches still sit on trash

And I'd die behind this shit and I'd put you in a bag

I'd catch your ass lacking and I'd shoot the whole mag

If your people wanna try sum, tell we can get bucked

Put this bitch up on the dog chain, cause she whole pup

Bitches cheat on you hoes think it cool, it don't add up

Steady screaming out my name, bitch, please back up

Ever since my name got on the Forbes list, tryna see what's up with me

Bitch, I don't wanna fuck with you, I don't wanna know what's up with you

Once these blues touch my hand, I feel like I got the flu

Everything around me, bitch, this shit really all new

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Stick so long, ain't it, shoot till you gone, ain't it

Niggas think we lit around this bitch, can't fit the shoes, can't it

Nigga fucked around and found I end on the news, Amos

I ain't, aiming below the waist, I'm tryna do some damage

If you play around with my mama, pussy nigga, I shoot your mammy

That'll be the fucking day that you be sleeping on the pallet

And I've been hurt so many times, I'm tryna fight it off

Bitches, steady coming in my life, I'm tryna brush out

And I ain't really fucking with this bitch, so I just cut her off

Passing this bitch around like a quarterback, that's a handout

She asked me why did I leave, bitch, we done fell out

You wanted go outside in cheat, you know you did that dead wrong

In I'm smoking good gas feel like I'm Armstrong

Making so much bread, I fly my bitch out to Hong Kong

Sometimes when I'm high, I feel like that's where I really belong

My friends all in my ear, they steady telling me a lifelong

I'm a fool for loving you

I'm a fool for loving the way

I'm a fool for loving you

I'm a fool for loving the way

I'm a fool for loving the way