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wonka and emmett wesolowski and diabetic carter - foreign كلمات الأغنية

[guitar interlude: emmett wesolowski]

[intro]
maserati boys
2015 what you think we on?

[verse 1: wonka]
pull up on a nigga give ’em mayweather hands
if a nigga wanna beef gotta put ’em in the sand
mothafucka, i titty fuck her, never love her, pussy crusher
got the cane like i’m stevie wonder, you can never steal my thunder
got the fade like i’m usher, pop that pussy like a gusher
ooh boy this is sweet, i ain’t talkin’ no cavity
call me george clooney cause i’m feelin’ the gravity
woo all me, the rhymes are popping lately, the pussy so tasty
cause we 580
e.t. phoned home, cause i be in the zone
never bore, don’t ignore, i just soar, metro boomin want some more, weak niggas just exit out the door (got d-mn!)

[interlude]
and these hoes man…
they always lookin’ for the party, even tho me and emmett always whip the maserati (skrrrr)

[verse 2: wonka]
woo, got the robe like flair
nigga beware, boy’s club billionaire
fight me i dare, me i can’t scare
you fuck with a rare, better ask for a prayer
shit is unfair, cause you can’t compare
god mode on these niggas i’m pulling the triggas
champagne, cocaine, nigga figures on figures
find another verse with more rigor
the boy man he hot, he stirring up the pot
i ain’t talkin’ bout no curry or harden, i hit the shot (lil b!)
whenever me and emmett in the lab, niggas wanna collab
pick up the pad, take another smack to the dab (dab daddy!)
feel kinda bad, cause when the juice is flowing
i’m in the red zone, where my nigga conan?
i’m owning the beat, owning the rhymes, here with my slime
found a foreign b-tch, bollywood time ughh
wine and dine, snort a line, she gon’ be fine, she gon’ be mine
cloud nine, rain or shine, this is a sign, i need a shrine
i’m so got d-mn divine, with the wings out my spine
ew, i’m so nasty
where the thots at? hmm prolly tallah-ssee
you girl ain’t that cl-ssy
like drake, just no degr-ssi
niggas wanna be me, because they can’t p-ss me
(got d-mn!)
(woo)

[chorus: emmett wesolowski]
whippin’ the foreign, engine is roarin’
ohh d-mn
i found me a foreign, i found me a foreign, yo b-tch she boring
you know we turnin’ up
this shit be loading up
i’m pouring ciroc, i’m rocking the rocks
i’m making that cash, making that cash, making that cash
i found me a foreign, i got me a foreign

[verse 3: diabetic carter]
you know what it is, you know how it go
driving foreign whips, with a couple freak hoes
everyday i’m chillin’, tryna make a k!llin’
mind on the money, yeah we gunnin’ for the million
everyday i wake up tryna get the bread
or roll me up a blunt and i take it to the head
drugs keep me high, but i’m tryna stay low
number one rule, we don’t fuck with 5-0
you know i stay strapped like a fuckin’ flip flop
one shot from the 12, and i’ll watch ya head pop
get out my way b-tch i’m tryna get paid
on a mission for the money i ain’t ever gunna stop

[verse 4: wonka]
and he ain’t ever gunna stop, till there’s not much to cop
yo girl on my jock giving a+ sloppy top (sloppy!)
while i’m sipping on some wop, with hella guap
i start up the foreign, and we head to ihop

[verse 5: diabetic carter]
fuck all that sober shit, all of my homies be drinkin’ and smokin’ i bet that you noticed it
and we be too legit, riding around in cars so foreign can’t even pronounce that b-tch
imma tell you, like a g told me
pussy come, pussy go, gotta keep it lowkey
so i’m on this track with my fuckin’ homies
spittin’ 16’s while we blowing mad trees
hennessy in my cup, got me turnt up
with that peach ciroc, got me feeling fucked up
another shot of bean got me walking with the lean
i’m the man in the city, everybody know what up

[chorus: emmett wesolowski]

[guitar interlude: emmett wesolowski]

- wonka and emmett wesolowski and diabetic carter

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