Zulus
Zulus - Fasholie lyrics
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Fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie I get the bag fasholie Shorty she had she on me I get the bag, I get the bag, I get the bag Look at the racks, look at the racks, look at the racks wait 2x It’s not much, but I got a bottle of Henny I’m killin’ that’s coming in clutch, Smoking that loud, issa Jay pack, told me she got a nigga but she tryna ——- , shit too easy, if she hard to get, man, I’m like Von out here wit the rush, We getting faded, and she tryna touch, and I’m like fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, (fasholie fasholie) She said that she tryna fuck and then I said fasholie fasholie, fasholie, And shorty a freak wit the way that she talk in my ear like fasholie, man you shoulda heard what she told me, They foul me playing, with alla these bitches, and I still be hitting, you niggas can’t hold me, Im so indecisive, like fuck it, decisions, decisions, do I cop the Shock or the Rollie, (fasholie, fasholie) I get the bag, told her I’d buy it if she break it down, She said Fasholie Fasholie Fasholie, and bent it right over and I went to town, Shorty she bad, I dropped her rent on a bag so you know I ain’t playing around, We went from outlet to outlet, and she went and copped everything in the store that she found. Fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie I get the bag fasholie Shorty she had she on me I get the bag, I get the bag, I get the bag Look at the racks, look at the racks, look at the racks wait 2x Fasholie fasholie My new bitch would cost you a Rollie My new whip drive fast going slowly Got caught doing 1 hun in a 40 Speaking of 40 I took to the face Shorty last night and I went to her place Won playing poker got 4 with a face A few bands in my hands and I went to the bank The teller told me yeah fasholie fasholie I’ll put this right in your account It’s no doubt that I went to the jeweler to get me a chain and I’m spending whatever amount It’s an unrealistic amount shorty said that she love it so instead me of me taking her out We went back to the crib and you know what we did I was hittin it breakin it beatin it down So when I hit it and quit then shorty she never be mad Look at the rag blue on it just like on my bills when I throw it up making her mad Empty the mag when they try talk on the name it’s a shame I jus bust then I laugh Look at the tag this is some shit you never could ever would ever could have Fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie, fasholie I get the bag fasholie Shorty she had she on me I get the bag, I get the bag, I get the bag Look at the racks, look at the racks, look at the racks wait 2