foreign - boofpaxkmooky lyrics
[chorus]
aye, aye
aye, i’m in new york, i’m getting high
hop out the porsche, get in the ride (?)
that b*tch a dork, i tell her to slide
hop in that sport
i do this lil sh*t here for sport
he isn’t nothing, he [?]
ion want yo hoe, she annoyin’
i’m in yo b*tch like a fork
stack it up like i’m building a fort
spin the ‘vette like we goin’ on tour (?)
money running cause a n*gga be bored
yeah, he talkin’ down, i’ma shoot at the floor
i run out of money, go get me some more
i don’t even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)
[verse 1]
i got on prada, i feel like i’m satan
i might pull up in a sp*ceship
that is yo main b*tch, but she ate d*ck
we know she ain’t sh*t, i won’t say sh*t
he talkin’ down, [?]
n*ggas talk down and they nameless
maison margiela, but he rocking [?]
got off my flight, but i landed in vegas
wait, you are not [?] why you givin’ me dap?
ain’t talking money, n*gga, i’ll look back
run to the money, he comin’ in last
talk down, that’s yo ass
i heard yo hoe up for grabs
i heard yo latest single was trash
my n*ggas walk down, no mask
d*mn, he scr*pin’ up change to get on the bus
wait, i want the bread like crust
n*ggas be hatin’, i don’t give a f*ck
he talkin’ down, we [?] it up
wait, and i can’t wait ’til we up
b*tch, i’m with boof, and we smokin’ on runtz
shoot at the roof if he thinkin’ he tough (?)
[chorus]
aye, aye
aye, i’m in new york, i’m getting high
hop out the porsche, get in the ride (?)
that b*tch a dork, i tell her to slide
hop in that sport
i do this lil sh*t here for sport
he isn’t nothing, he [?]
ion want yo hoe, she annoyin’
i’m in yo b*tch like a fork
stack it up like i’m building a fort
spin the ‘vette like we goin’ on tour (?)
money running cause a n*gga be bored
yeah, he talkin’ down, i’ma shoot at the floor
i run out of money, go get me some more
i don’t even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)
[chorus]
aye, aye
aye, i’m in new york, i’m getting high
hop out the porsche, get in the ride (?)
that b*tch a dork, i tell her to slide
hop in that sport
i do this lil sh*t here for sport
he isn’t nothing, he [?]
ion want yo hoe, she annoyin’
i’m in yo b*tch like a fork
stack it up like i’m building a fort
spin the ‘vette like we goin’ on tour (?)
money running cause a n*gga be bored
yeah, he talkin’ down, i’ma shoot at the floor
i run out of money, go get me some more
i don’t even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)
[verse 2]
n*ggas know me, i be smokin’ the pack
.30 on me, so you know i won’t lack
i don’t even want yo hoe, [?]
i’m gettin’ this dough, i’m thumbin’ through racks
now you wasn’t f*ckin’ wit’ me in the past (?)
i know that she want me, but i cannot brag
smokin’ moonrock and it sent me to mars
i hop in mercedes, n*gga, push to start
balenci baby, and these [?]
scopin’ a sniper, i see from afar
i just hit a bull’s eye like a dog
i’ve been on that bullsh*t from the start
i’m leavin’ him clueless
shoot the choppa, he oozing (?)
send them b*tches my way, i’m a [?]
aye, [?]
all my n*ggas is savage and ruthless
he try uppin’ the score when he losin’
yeah, he a loser
i’m in yo nightmare, no freddy krueger
these n*ggas my sons, so i ride with a tutor (?)
[chorus]
aye, aye
aye, i’m in new york, i’m getting high
hop out the porsche, get in the ride (?)
that b*tch a dork, i tell her to slide
hop in that sport
i do this lil sh*t here for sport
he isn’t nothing, he [?]
ion want yo hoe, she annoyin’
i’m in yo b*tch like a fork
stack it up like i’m building a fort
spin the ‘vette like we goin’ on tour (?)
money running cause a n*gga be bored
yeah, he talkin’ down, i’ma shoot at the floor
i run out of money, go get me some more
i don’t even want that b*tch, think she a foreigner (?)
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