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Foreigner (Demo)
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Pop Smoke
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Uh? 808Melo Traphouse Mob (Woo) This is a Melo Beat (It's Big 092MLBOA) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner My b*t*h a foreigner and she love to f**k She suck it up, make her fall in love Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue She do the walks for us (Walk that sh*t), make her one of us The gas that I'm smokin' potent Ice on my neck snowin' I'm dark skin, glowin' Off the Perky, I'm rollin' Valet, park it I'm screamin', I'm barkin' They like, "Poppy, why you startin'?" Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo) They know I'm wildin', I need that respect Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes Pop Smoke, n***as know I'm up next Drac' keep on shootin' until it's none left I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set Twenty years old, but I move like the vet You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest N***a, 'cause you could get left Your b*t*h is a foreigner, huh? I f**k her and pa** her Show her the difference between a dog and a master Lamborghini truck, floorin' Got your b*t*h in the back whorin' She like, "Papi, I adore you" I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," rrr Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner Hoodie on, it get scary Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary (Woo) Christian Dior I need more (Woo) Don't do Saint Laurent anymore (Woo) Yeah, na-na-na, let it off Yeah, let's go Yeah, forty-five in my drawers And they say I sound like a dog, hah (Rrr) On God, I meant fraud I was in all the stores I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah Do you feel me? Thousand pair of Mike Amiris But I still need more I could go on and on, yeah I ain't even gotta talk, yeah (Woo, woo) Chopper go na-na-na I don't know opposition ride around in the Urus (No Urus) Ride with guns, no insurance (Yeah, yeah) Had the chance to f**k a top R&B b*t*h, but I got head and blew it Yeah, I don't wanna hear it, trenches love when I visit (When I visit) Voice of the streets, period Bury me in Mike Amiri (Yeah) Hoodie on with a semi (Mmm) Young n***a with a Richie Young n***a with a Richie The Richie the one that had came with the big head, n***a, Jimmy Headshot, that's a jimmy Big dawg in my city Kill a opp in this b*t*h Red dot to her t**ty, yeah The Richard, The Richard the Millie (Gang), f**k a opp b*t*h tell her "Get out her feelings" Pop me a Perc' and I damage my kidneys (Damage my kidneys) Go to New York and I cool with some Billys (Yeah, yeah) Rather get caught then die with the glizzy (Die with the glizzy) Hear me some sirens then pop me a wheelie (Pop me a wheelie) Turn on Pop Smoke and A Boogie and then I put on my hoodie (Let's get it) Put a switch on a back of that G-lock, turn that b*t*h into a fully (Grrah, grrah) CPR just off a head shot, told them boys don't bully (Boom!) He R.I.P of R.I.P's, them not no regular bullets (Yeah) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner (Woo) Foreigner (Uh?) Foreigner (Grrt) Foreigner (Bah) Foreigner Foreigner
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