Megan Foy
Megan Foy - Foyalicious lyrics
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Foyalicious Foyalicious Four, Tres, Two, Uno Listen up ya'll cuz this is it The beat that I'm banging is delicious Foyalicious definition- make them boy's go loco They want her treasures so they get their pleasures from her photo You can see her, you can't squeeze her She ain't easy, she ain't sleezy She's got reasons why she tease's They just come and go like seasons, Foyalicious So delicious, but she ain't promiscuous And if you were suspicious all that shit is ficticious She blows kisses, that puts your boy on rock, rock And they be lining down the block just to watch what she's got So delicious, she's hot, hot So delicious, she puts your boy on rock, rock So delicious, they wanna taste of what she's got She's Foyalicious, T-T-T-Tastey, Tastey Foyalicious-def, Foyalicious-def, Foyalicious-def Def-Def-Def-Def Foyalicious definition-make them boy's go crazy They always claim they know her coming on to her calling her Megan She's the M-to the E-G the A to the N And cant no other lady put it down like Megan She's Foyalicious, so delicious Her body stays vicious, she up in the gym just working on her fitness I'm her witness, oh, oh She puts your boy on rock, rock And they be lining down the block just to watch what she's got Chorus Ho, Ho, Ho, Hold up, check it out Baby, baby, baby if you really wanna play Honey get some patients then maybe you'll get a taste Of her tastey, tastey she'll be laced with lacey It's so tastey, tastey she'll make you go crazy D to the E-L-I-C-O-U-S M- to the E-G-A to the N Hit it Foy All the time she turn around brothers gather round Always look at her up and down looking at her, uh She just wanna say she ain't tryna round up drama little mama She don't wanna take your man And she knows she's coming on just a little bit conceded And she keeps on repeating how the boy's wanna eat it But she's tryna tell, that she can't be treated like cliental Cuz they say she delicious, so delicious But she ain't promiscuous, And if you were suspicious all that shit is ficticious She blows kisses, that puts your boy on rock, rock And they be lining down the block just to watch what she's got Chorus Four, Tres, Two, Uno