YOUNG JEEZY - Foul Play lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah!

Don’t mean play with me nigga,

I play the hell out them killers

I really win on the mission

Stood on the by with ‘em niggas

They ain’t got none for respect,

I ain’t got none for the check

That vision where I’m a vet

I hang this bitch out the bed

You pussy niggas get wet,

You pussy niggas get sway

And while you worry about me niggas

You pussy niggas get paid.

I got a black California,

I drive a bitch when I want

I spread this bitch in Miami,

I fuck that bitch when I want

I got a top outside, is in the back of my ride

I put that in a whole, I shoot that bitch till I’m tired

We gangstas we’re moving South,

Respecting nothing but violence.

I’m killing thanks to my stylist… a moment of silence.

Pre-chorus:

Hey! Half a million cars in your driveway

Just put another quarter million on the highway

Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you

And every time I’m still by, you know I’m killing you!

Hook:

Foul play, I’m talking foul play

I put the rodeo on and kill them niggas all day

Foul play, I’m talking foul play

Where you’re from, you’re pussy get head up like every day!

I got no love for you niggas,

There ain’t no need to be friends

I get no role for them figures,

There ain’t no need to pretend

I lost some paper and… my cases

Say you brought me with fifty, they got mad…

I’m talking so many birds

Look like we’re having a feast

I’m talking so many birds

Fill out the back and…

.. your left your back to the stow

And here I rode to my hood,

Passed out them chopper, get low

And I fill up with my partner,

Got us straight to the stow

And then I rode to my hood,

Passed out them choppers, go low

Only what’s hating on you... niggas and rappers

I know two things they ain’t,

It’s real niggas and troubles

I just caught me a rollie, cars and… Maserati

For being… that bitch sound like a Ducati.

What’s happening?

Pre-chorus:

Half a million cars in your driveway

Just put another quarter million on the highway

Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you

And every time I’m still by, you know I’m killing you!

Let’s go!

Hook:

Foul play, I’m talking foul play

I put the rodeo on and kill them niggas all day

Foul play, I’m talking foul play

Where you’re from, you’re pussy get head up like every day!

Goddamn is... them bitches look like they let us

Take 1-25, I whip that bitch like it’s battle

They just rap out this shit,

I shut up and rap out this shit

Gave me a bag full of wars

Got me for half of that brick.

I drop that window and …

You’re just so prick and you’re clacking

You swear it was paparazzi

The way them bitches was flashing

Got on them… I’m killing,

I’m about to cash me a price

She go upstairs and they’re fucking,

She gonna be catching the lobby

Although nothing won’t kill us

Although nothing but dealers

They say nothing but rap,

Oh I feel none of you niggas.

I’m talking popping the chopper, nigga, and wiping the…

I’m talking… I swear you look like a man!

You know!

Pre-chorus:

Half a million cars in your driveway

Just put another quarter million on the highway

(Kill ‘em!)

Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you

And every time I’m still by, you know I’m killing you!

Let’s go!

Hook:

Foul play, I’m talking foul play

I put the rodeo on and kill them niggas all day

Foul play, I’m talking foul play

Where you’re from, you’re pussy get head up like every day!

Let’s go!

Half a million cars in your driveway

Just put another quarter million on the highway

Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you

And every time I’m still by, you know I’m killing you!