CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Foreigner (Demo)
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
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
