Foreign

Original

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Squad. Shout to the whole Pocket Town, man. Stand up, man. Shout out to Mimi and

Prince D, man. Turn it up, man, all the way, man. Fuck 'em.

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Squad.

Uh.

Yeah. Uh.

-We be- -Change forty club, shootin' foreign clips.

Long hair, light skin, that's my foreign bitch.

Offset, squatting low, that's my foreign whip.

Hop out high as hell, smelling like a zip.

Paparazzi snappin' pictures, bitches on my dick. Like Gucci Mane, shorty, I'm a walking lick.

A- all I talk is cash, balling in the club like hardwood floors.

And your pussy kiss -my ass. -Foreign whip, foreign bitch.

Yes, I'm on -my foreign shit. -DJ Fact.

Black cat at the light, watch the roof go missing. Pipes scream, coupe shake.

When I rev them pistons.

Hit the gas, foreign beanie sinking in my cu- cu- cu- cu- cushion. Black or white CLS's, call them bitches Oreo.

Black Range, black Range, white Range, black Range. Overseas whips, engine speak a different language.

-Six-fifty BMW, that bitch is dangerous. -DJ Cash Money.

CLS-five fifty, five-twenty 8i. Black XK Jag' one sixty plus on all the dash.

ABC, arrogant, big-headed, and cocky shit.

-Prince D. -All my chains Balboa.

-Rocky shit.

-High up in the sky, so I guess a nigga soaring. Raining all day, you could say it's been pouring. Goose got me loose,

I've been drinking since the morning. Moving up, but I'm leaving Weezy in

Florence. Woke up in the morning, doing a hundred down Jones. A gallon of that

Goose, that's the liquor I was pouring.

Smoke was in the air, yeah, them clouds was foreign. Then I skrrt off in my whip, hollering "It's been foreign.

" It's been foreign. It's been foreign.

Then I skrrt off in my whip, hollering "It's been foreign. " It's been foreign. It's been foreign.

Then I woke up in the morning, -doing a hundred down Jones.

-Triple black CLS, I think it's time to beat my chest. To get the day started, one button's all I need to press.

Oh, yes, I am meaning this. All your whips are meaningless.

Switched up from the CTS, that five hundred VVS. Hopped up out of foreigns, bitches staring down.

'Cause I'm fresher than that nigga King Rico at trout. If a cop saw me, then it's foreign.

Do a bark to me, that bitch roaring.

When I get that tunnel vision, flights cooling, bitch, I'm soaring. Whip real coupish, swagger real stupid.

They say that girl bald like a bitch still hooping. Lifestyle lavish, attitude madness.

Nigga betcha title in five seconds, bitch, I vanish.

Woke up in the morning, doing a hundred down Jones.

A gallon of that Goose, that's the liquor I was pouring. Smoke was in the air, yeah, them clouds was foreign.

Then I skrrt off in my whip, hollering "It's been foreign. "

It's been foreign. It's been foreign.

Then I skrrt off in my whip, hollering "It's been foreign. " It's been foreign. It's been foreign.

Then I woke up in the -morning, doing a hundred down Jones.

-I'm in that cream and white Bugatti, sipping on something smooth.

Got the burner on my lap and I'm doing a buckle too.

Feeling like Martin, I got nothing to lose.

And if your bitch looking at me, I promise I won't snooze. Is it black or is it yellow? Hell no, that thing is blue.

Blue shade on the hinges, I chop the top too.

Plus I'm dressed down in Armani, so I had to ride that foreign too. Hundred on the dash, so a nigga, he be soaring. Damn,

I love that swag. I love that looking great.

My backseat stay reclining, this title prove it's mine. Table, table on the seats. No tint, got curtains.

Feeling, feeling like the president, my pockets never hurting.

Woke up in the morning, doing a hundred down Jones.

A gallon of that Goose, that's the liquor I was pouring. Smoke was in the air, yeah, them clouds was foreign.

Then I skrrt off in my whip, hollering "It's been foreign. "

It's been foreign. It's been foreign.

Then I skrrt off in my whip, hollering "It's been foreign. " It's been foreign. It's been foreign.

Then I woke up in the morning, doing a hundred down Jones