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Quadeca

"TOMFOOLERY"

Hi!
Do  the dance on my di*k!
(Morteh!) 

[Hook 2x: EGOVERT]
Yeah
What did you do to me?
It  is like 3 AM waiting for you to send nudes to me
Yeah,  yeah
You like my jewelry
My  name is EGOVERT
I really like tomfoolery

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Ouu, I like Tom Foolery, yeah, uh
When I'm on a track all the basic b*tches sayin', "Who is he?"
Better  take a seat right now, it’s Quadeca on this sh*t get used to me, huh
I rock Designer that I don't pronounce right, check out my Louis V, uh, b*tch
Yuh, I'm just being stupid B, huh
I ain't on the top right now, but they know a motherf*cker soon to be, yuh
When I'm on the stage they call me 'The Pediatrist', I make a move, they feed, yeah
I birthed all you haters, I'm sorry you cryin', I got you a booster seat (Here take it!)
It's free (What?), it's free! (Yuh!) Quadeca, thats me!
Lil b*tch, I'm rich, like Kylie
I don't miss, like Kyrie, I get hits, MLB
If you really think you gonna take my spot, I gotta teach you all a lesson, please find your assigned seat, b*tch

[Hook 2x: EGOVERT]

[Verse 2:Moxas]
Got some thotties, I’ll be back in a minute
7 in the uber, packin them in it
We make b*tches sit on laps in the civic
See me whippin in the lab with the physics
See me drippin, “aw damn...he drippin now”
Doing sh*t that ya’ll can’t, you trippin now
Used to rock the off brand, I get it now
Back when I would toss hands, I hit it now
So I administer pain when I’m in it, the second I get me a target I hit em
f*ckin your auntie my hobbie, she say I’m her baby cause I get a check from the rhythm
Spittin on a mission of bars
You hear me spittin, that’s the wisdom of God
No competition, rip em, pick em apart
My penicillin isn’t fixin em dawg, nah
YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES
I’MA PUT MY di*k UP IN HER BREASTS, BREASTS, BREASTS
MY b*tch IS SO SAD SHE IS DEPRESSED pressed,pressed,pressed
Moxas in this b*tch,I’m up next
Ugh yeah f*ck!

[Hook 2x: EGOVERT]

[Verse 3: EGOVERT]
I like tomfoolery
I like to f*ck sh*t up
I was up in her butt
Playing candy crush
Do not keep playing with me little n*gga or choppa will turn you to candy dust
She keep blowing up my phone talking bout I am mad at you b*tch I don’t give a f*ck
Heard your new n*gga is broke so I told lil shawty if you want you can come with us
I’m checking my bank account balance, the amount of zeroes is making my semen rush
Quick lil ting, got a Kim K cake, and her ass is round so I hit replay
Dance on the di*k, call it Harlem shake
Bring a friend for my n*gga, by the way

[Verse 4:KIL]
(UH) I go retarded like foolery Tom
Ran up a milli so Google me mom!
I’m snatching your sh*t where your jewelery hide?
She look at my di*k with them googly eyes
Slide in her DM’s like a snow slope
Blow-blow up on my pole, no oboe
Blowing up clouds of the gas like the ozone
We cloud 9 one up from the ocho
b*tch be lying like sh*t- Madagascar
Taking deck (di*k) like the ground of ya backyard
She wasn't ready but I am not Kev Hart
Pop out the cut like I’m walking on glass shards
She like to creep on my stick like a grasshop
I do not pipe her if it do not clap hard
I do not cap so, I take my cap off
Pass it to ego so we can just blast off
Got no whip so we meeting up halfway
Took your b*tch to the Hard Rock cafe
I got the bag of the cash at a swag bank
Starbucks I order that trappe
Pack of backwoods
Tobacco wrapper to the Adam’s Apple
Got me choking, rabbit like the battle rapper
At the f*cking shelter, like its Marshall Mathers
When you call him cracker, yuh

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