Fooseball

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ZelooperZ - Rap, Experimental Rap

Fooseball

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[Verse] Fools Foosball, I don't even kick game, bitch, I kick catastrophes Move my chess piece, now a nigga mad at me Actually, how my fingertips cost 200 racks a piece? The one that rose from the dead like Lazarus That ain't ya nigga, he got bread, you can't have a piece A virus all in your head like he McAfee No [?], she off the [?] Black and beautiful, fifty shade, I don't wanna see no [?] Niggas [?] pomegranate at your hand, make you count the seeds I don't think you got the right [?] to amount to me These niggas got melodies, all they do is "la-la-la" I push the paint with the pedigree 'cause I was sellin' fries No, they can't get the best of me, but they sure done tried Actin' while [?] now you gotta eat your lies Baby got cuff on her, like she got somethin' to hide I done went nuts on 'em, from the psych ward, I hide Get to takin' too much shit, now my eyes spin like it's Forgiatos I don't think no correlation with your paper, I don't think we could coincide What you spend all your time for, I'ma have to rewind folks Baby, give me your mind, though, I ain't even try and come inside Gettin' high, tryna levitate, I'm waitin' for my ride

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  • ZelooperZ