Foolio – Leeke

Foolio – Leeke Lyrics

Artist: Foolio
Song: Leeke

Rrrah, rrrah, rrrah
Baow, baow, baow, baow [Ayy
Rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah [6
[Aiki, boot me up jit

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Ridin’ through the city with my FN [6
Put this on lil’ Kendre, boy, that b#tch that’s my best friend [No cap
Rolling all week, boy, I’m on that Molly Santana [Molly

I don’t wanna network if it ain’t about no free bands [No cap
Dropping bullets on the Bible while I’m loadin’ up my rifle
Uhh, He dissing on the 6, I think jit suicidal [Ha
We moving like the mafia, El Chapo, that’s my idol [No cap

I pray for all my friends and I’m killing all my rivals [No cap
100K, he’ll shake the room, sweep his block, we don’t need no broom
They ask me how high I am, I’m Leeke high, I’m to the moon
Sixteen, they killed him soon, in the streets acting like a goon

You in my city, better check in, we spin Ben’, we’ll make you get in tune
Thirty-five hundred for this new Drac’, twеnty racks for this Cartier
Fifteen for this Rolex, thirty bands on the opp’s facе
Mike Tyson, I whipped the case, takin’ chances I could die today

I don’t do no frontin’ n#gg#, it’s tax season, you gotta pay [Extortion
Ten dead opps in three months, that’s ten opps in one play
[In the count jail we fight hard, we weavin’ the upper cut
Twin gave my big brother noodles, he ain’t even get to each lunch

Kenny K stay on my mind and them crackers need to free Stunt
We kicking sh#t like a punta’, n#gg#, if I slide bang the gunna’, n#gg# [Rrrah
Hundred rounds for a hundred n#gg#s, like yo’ mama we punish n#gg#s
I don’t squash beef, I eat that, yo’ homie died, n#gg# spin back [Ha

Old splat, them big facts, spin the block like Cracka Jack
I just love a girl with new minks she f#ck ’cause I got a Cuban Linx [Ha
Baguetti chain cost a thirty piece, had a hundred choppas in the BMB
We spin block like DVDs, we got good crack like 80 [Crack

In LA won two rings, I’m shooting sh#t like Mike Magee
b#tch, I’m rollin’ up this Leeke, shooting sh#t ’bout Teke [Rrrah
Michael Jackson, beat it, these opp n#gg#s got me heated [Damn
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, big perky’s got me fiending [Friending

I’m rollin’ up this Leeke, b#tch, I’m higher than Jesus
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
L-E-E-K- keep leakin’ [Ayy, ha, n#gg#

L-E-E-K-E, Leeke [No cap, he leakin’
L-E-E-K-E, Leeke, L-E-E-K-E, Leeke
I’m rollin’ up that Leeke, spin’ sh#t ’bout Teke
[L-E-E-K-E, Leeke] I’m killing sh#t ’bout Teke

Leeke, that’s on gang
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From the album:
Confidential Thoughts [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021

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