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cop me a foreign - gunna lyrics

[intro]
bricks, this shit finna k!ll these n-gg-s
(narcos)

[chorus: gunna]
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop- cop me, cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(i wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah)

[post-chorus: gunna]
chop off the top, forgiato my rims
panama white, put the goat on my lip
riding on melrose, i’m in a spaceship
rolex on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run up a check, give a f-ck how you feel

[verse 1: gunna]
i just might teach you a lesson
i cannot f-ck with no peasant
i only rock vvs’s
vvs’s in my necklace
vvs’s got me reckless
it’s gunna-gunna, b-tch you guessed it
i might say some shit impressive
i might do some shit, impress you
throw it up and let you catch it
hold me down and i’ma bless you
i’ma buy you some loubs, i’ma buy you giuseppe
that money keep coming, they send it directly
she suck on that d-ck and she give me that becky
i give her ten thousand and i don’t regret it
thank god that i made it, i used to be poor
you lil’ n-gg-s fell off, young gunna still on
remember i used to rock polo, ralph lauren
now i pull off the lot in a new foreign
say f-ck all you n-gg-s, i know you ain’t with me
this amg 63, i gotta get it
24 inches, i want my shit lifted
ferraris and lambs and rolls royce and bentleys
european wheels all through the city
cashed out, got my title and got my shit tinted
windows so dark man you can’t even see in it
riding with the pitch like my shit is not rented

[post-chorus: gunna & young thug]
chop off the top, forgiato my rims
panama white, put the gold on my lips
riding on melrose, i’m in a spaceship
rolex on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run up that check, give a f-ck how you feel (jeffery)

[verse 2: young thug]
i’m in here ridin’ with the carbon, ayy
hop in and out of the foreign
most of these boys, they corny
they don’t got no bread, they runnin’ around and they borin’
we don’t make love with these b-tches
bought a new bentley truck with the riches (ya dig?)
f-ck one, both my palms itchin’ (whoa)
let’s have a toast and f-ck your kidneys (toast)
f-ck 5-0, i know they listenin’ (f-ck ’em)
they listenin’ to everything, yeah (yeah)
better watch what you say to these b-tches (why?)
’cause in court they gonna put it on air, yeah
i just want a band, i just need a band
i miss ben franklin, i just want him back
i cheated on him with grants and jacksons, why the f-ck i do that?
but i promise i ain’t gon’ do it no more, oh no-no-no-no, hey!

[chorus: young thug & gunna]
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop- cop me, cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(i wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah)

[post-chorus: young thug]
chop off the top, forgiato my rims
paint ’em all white, put the gold on the lips
riding on melrose, i’m in a spaceship
patek on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run that shit up, give a f-ck how you feel

[verse 3: young thug]
give a f-ck how you feel
all of my n-gg-s give a f-ck how you feel
f-ck around and play, get your b-tch on a pill
f-ck around and play, get your ho lil’ top peeled
f-ck around and play, get your ho lil’ top peeled
f-ck around and play, i’ma pop me a pill
we just go crazy, we don’t pop the pills
we can go brazy when i pop the pills
we gon’ go brazy when i cop the pills
we gon’ put cake, put the guap on your b-tch
we gon’ put cake on these b-tches for real
play with the b-tch and we saving they kids
savin’ they life and we buy ’em some heels
chanel bags by the low
hold up b-tch playing, i got big ring bloods on the low
shh, stand low, i got big bl–dy bloods on the low
yeah-yeah i’m on the west coast hanging with locs
ya dig n-gg-? don’t fix this b-tch
let ’em dig this b-tch
let ’em whip the wrist
out the pot, got the bowl
get a knot, buy a rollie
buy pateks, put some ice around your neck
pussy on your [?]
put it on your point and click
put it on your private property
put it on your big bank
inside the pool i’m top
belly busting
f-ck n-gg- bust
bad back, ysl, we don’t trust you
f-ck round we gon’ bust you
f-ck round we gon’ bust you
we on gresham with guwop, f-ck round we gon’ bust you

[chorus: young thug]
i wanna cop me a foreign
i wanna cop me a foreign
i wanna cop me a foreign
i wanna cop me a foreign

[post-chorus young thug]
chop off the top, forgiato my wrist
panama white, put the goat on my lip
riding on melrose, i’m in a spaceship
patek on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run that shit up, give a f-ck how you feel

- gunna lyrics

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