CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : TOMFOOLERY
Hi! It's me
Do the dance on my d**k
(Morteh!)
(Mike G, you can’t do this to them, man)
Yeah, what did you do to me?
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery, yeah, what
What did you do to me? Yeah
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, I like Tom Foolery, yeah, uh
When I'm on a track all the basic b*t*hes sayin', "Who is he?"
Better take a seat right now, it’s Quadeca on this sh*t get used to me, huh
I rock Designer that I don't pronounce right, check out my Louis V, uh, b*t*h
Yuh, I'm just being stupid B, huh
I ain't on the top right now, but they know a motherf**ker soon to be, yuh
When I'm on the stage they call me 'The Pediatrist', I make a move, they feed, yeah
I birthed all you haters, I'm sorry you cryin', I got you a booster seat (Here take it!)
It's free (What?), it's free! (Yuh!) Quadeca, thats me!
Lil b*t*h, I'm rich, like Kylie
I don't miss, like Kyrie, I get hits, MLB
If you really think you gonna take my spot, I gotta teach you all a lesson, please find your a**igned seat, b*t*h
Yeah, what did you do to me?
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery
Got some thotties, I’ll be back in a minute
7 in the uber, packin them in it
We make b*t*hes sit on laps in the civic
See me whippin in the lab with the physics
See me drippin, “aw damn...he drippin now”
Doing sh*t that ya’ll can’t, you trippin now
Used to rock the off brand, I get it now
Back when I would toss hands, I hit it now
So I administer pain when I’m in it, the second I get me a target I hit em
F**kin your auntie my hobbie, she say I’m her baby cause I get a check from the rhythm
Spittin on a mission of bars
You hear me spittin, that’s the wisdom of God
No compet**ion, rip em, pick em apart
My penicillin isn’t fixin em dawg, nah
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, uh
I’m a put my d**k up in her breasts, breasts, breasts, uh
My b*t*h is so sad, she is depressed-pressed-pressed-pressed
Moxas in this b*t*h, I’m up next
Ugh yeah f**k!
Yeah, what did you do to me?
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery,l
I like tomfoolery
I like to f**k sh*t up
I was up in her b***
Playing candy crush
Do not keep playing with me little n***a or choppa will turn you to candy dust
She keep blowing up my phone talking bout I am mad at you b*t*h I don’t give a f**k
Heard your new n***a is broke so I told lil shawty if you want you can come with us
I’m checking my bank account balance, the amount of zeroes is making my semen rush
Quick lil ting, got a Kim K cake, and her a** is round so I hit replay
Dance on the d**k, call it Harlem shake
Bring a friend for my n***a, by the way
I go retarded like foolery Tom
Ran up a milli so Google me mom!
I’m snatching your sh*t where your jewelery hide?
She look at my d**k with them googly eyes
Slide in her DM’s like a snow slope
Blow-blow up on my pole, no oboe
Blowing up clouds of the gas like the ozone
We cloud 9 one up from the ocho
B*t*h be lying like sh*t- Madagascar
Taking deck (d**k) like the ground of ya backyard
She wasn't ready but I am not Kev Hart
Pop out the cut like I’m walking on gla** shards
She like to creep on my stick like a gra**hop
I do not pipe her if it do not clap hard
I do not cap so, I take my cap off
Pa** it to ego so we can just blast off
Got no whip so we meeting up halfway
Took your b*t*h to the Hard Rock cafe
I got the bag of the cash at a swag bank
Starbucks I order that trappe
Pack of backwoods
Tobacco wrapper to the Adam’s Apple
Got me choking, rabbit like the battle rapper
At the f**king shelter, like its Marshall Mathers
When you call him cracker, yuh
Do the dance on my d**k
(Morteh!)
(Mike G, you can’t do this to them, man)
Yeah, what did you do to me?
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery, yeah, what
What did you do to me? Yeah
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, I like Tom Foolery, yeah, uh
When I'm on a track all the basic b*t*hes sayin', "Who is he?"
Better take a seat right now, it’s Quadeca on this sh*t get used to me, huh
I rock Designer that I don't pronounce right, check out my Louis V, uh, b*t*h
Yuh, I'm just being stupid B, huh
I ain't on the top right now, but they know a motherf**ker soon to be, yuh
When I'm on the stage they call me 'The Pediatrist', I make a move, they feed, yeah
I birthed all you haters, I'm sorry you cryin', I got you a booster seat (Here take it!)
It's free (What?), it's free! (Yuh!) Quadeca, thats me!
Lil b*t*h, I'm rich, like Kylie
I don't miss, like Kyrie, I get hits, MLB
If you really think you gonna take my spot, I gotta teach you all a lesson, please find your a**igned seat, b*t*h
Yeah, what did you do to me?
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery
Got some thotties, I’ll be back in a minute
7 in the uber, packin them in it
We make b*t*hes sit on laps in the civic
See me whippin in the lab with the physics
See me drippin, “aw damn...he drippin now”
Doing sh*t that ya’ll can’t, you trippin now
Used to rock the off brand, I get it now
Back when I would toss hands, I hit it now
So I administer pain when I’m in it, the second I get me a target I hit em
F**kin your auntie my hobbie, she say I’m her baby cause I get a check from the rhythm
Spittin on a mission of bars
You hear me spittin, that’s the wisdom of God
No compet**ion, rip em, pick em apart
My penicillin isn’t fixin em dawg, nah
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, uh
I’m a put my d**k up in her breasts, breasts, breasts, uh
My b*t*h is so sad, she is depressed-pressed-pressed-pressed
Moxas in this b*t*h, I’m up next
Ugh yeah f**k!
Yeah, what did you do to me?
It is like 3 AM waiting for you to send n***s to me, yeah, what
You like my jewelry, yeah
My name is Ego, but I really like tomfoolery,l
I like tomfoolery
I like to f**k sh*t up
I was up in her b***
Playing candy crush
Do not keep playing with me little n***a or choppa will turn you to candy dust
She keep blowing up my phone talking bout I am mad at you b*t*h I don’t give a f**k
Heard your new n***a is broke so I told lil shawty if you want you can come with us
I’m checking my bank account balance, the amount of zeroes is making my semen rush
Quick lil ting, got a Kim K cake, and her a** is round so I hit replay
Dance on the d**k, call it Harlem shake
Bring a friend for my n***a, by the way
I go retarded like foolery Tom
Ran up a milli so Google me mom!
I’m snatching your sh*t where your jewelery hide?
She look at my d**k with them googly eyes
Slide in her DM’s like a snow slope
Blow-blow up on my pole, no oboe
Blowing up clouds of the gas like the ozone
We cloud 9 one up from the ocho
B*t*h be lying like sh*t- Madagascar
Taking deck (d**k) like the ground of ya backyard
She wasn't ready but I am not Kev Hart
Pop out the cut like I’m walking on gla** shards
She like to creep on my stick like a gra**hop
I do not pipe her if it do not clap hard
I do not cap so, I take my cap off
Pa** it to ego so we can just blast off
Got no whip so we meeting up halfway
Took your b*t*h to the Hard Rock cafe
I got the bag of the cash at a swag bank
Starbucks I order that trappe
Pack of backwoods
Tobacco wrapper to the Adam’s Apple
Got me choking, rabbit like the battle rapper
At the f**king shelter, like its Marshall Mathers
When you call him cracker, yuh
