Sulaiman - Fam and Foolies lyrics

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Sulaiman - Fam and Foolies lyrics

[Intro: Chance The Rapper] What's Gucci? It's Chance and it's Sulai Oh no, hope the fans don't sue me [Verse 1: Sulaiman] One false move, that's your a** Mr. Postman Off top, bald crop, soft spot, Rogaine? Whip cream? No thanks No brain, so lame Rather rub my stick than settle for an old flame Gold chain, gold ring, somethin' from a old king New addition, cold things I see you rockin' Pro Wings Kind of awesome knowing that it's always snowin' over there Only promise baby is that I promise I won't overbear Cause I don't want a Kobe care, I don't want a Tiger trap Is it worth me buyin' that? I'm thinking when I'm eyein' that I'm flyin' and she fine but do I really want a flyin' rat? I was gone off the shrooms With my lil n***a father figure standing in the room Watch him as he blossom like he came from a cocoon Know the tune got the boom cause it came from Nez and Rio Do it any weather n***a caliente frio for the people [Hook: Chance The Rapper] What's Gucci? It's Chance and its Sulai In the Land shaking hands with the fam and the foolies Oh no, hope the fans don't sue me I made a couple grand now my pants don't suit me [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] I found maggots on my salad, on the check that's on the tablet On the hands of a waitress whose a fat chick on the Atkins Who just happens to be actin' like I owe her any scratch and that Food wasn't even crackin' so I'm dippin' at the back I'm out that jam, up out that jam, up out that jam, up out that jam, boy I heard you going HAM boy, I heard you got some fans boy What happened to that Chan boy? He used to going ham-mor You young don't end up Earl then end up missin' down in Samoa He got talent, and got talent, and got Marcus and got dad And got suspended in the challenge, Andrew Barber and then Fallon And then Leno and then Helen, you just smokin' for the feelin' And the high when you unbalanced don't that sh** just feel like heaven? So f** with lil nitty, I'm boost I'm kitty Hoes is just thirsty, my juice just too hittin' Damn that, you finessin' Boy you two sips in And burn two more doobs for my n***as that's missin', RIP [Hook: Chance The Rapper]

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