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whippin' a foreign - j4ydizz1e lyrics

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[hook: j4ydizz1e]

i’ma be whipping a foreign (x16)

[verse 1: j4ydizz1e]

i’ma be whipping a foreign, we be counting bands while you stay h-lla snoring

all these other n-ggas boring, kick it with a n-gga while on purp pouring

thinking we playing games, young n-gga out here living life

but ya only live once, might as well live it like i’m living twice

hanging with some badies from the bay, yeah they asked can we stay

i said girl it’s too late, you done asked too soon get on ya way

can’t trust all these hoes, specially bad ones cause you know they bad

all i do is buy a drink or two, p-ss it on to them and no one will be mad

woke up in a lambo, seeing sh-t out the rarri

start it up yeah we rolling going fast we like cheetahs in safaris

b-tch ya’ll cold as h-ll are we? i had thought i was the sh-t

chopping chopping chopping bricks, gotcha b-tch all on my d-ck

all these n-ggas on my d-ck, n-gga get the f-ck off me

can’t say i ain’t cold, can’t say that i’m on three

cause i’m only on one, pull up out the drive way in a one

white x6 yeah we won, f-cking checks up cause it’s fun

[hook: j4ydizz1e]

i’ma be whipping a foreign (x16)

[verse 2: j4ydizz1e]

whippin’ whippin’ whippin’ whippin’

told my momma in the kitchen

i was finna handle business, i was finna get with it

told ya girl i don’t need the head, i just need me some cash instead

late nights i might need the head, f-ck it though i’ll just go to bed

s-x isn’t everything nope, i do not f-ck all these hoes

except for the ones you were with, i sure did f-ck all them though

hung out with serena, gave me head up in my beamer

went shopping with keyshia, f-cked her too in my beater

trapped out with courtney, b-tch was icy she’s a shorty

slapped whitney in my bed, b-tches head game on 40

ooh sh-t am i still recording, thought i k!lled this sh-t dead

oh wait we still going, i still see them watching -ss feds

fendi holding up my pants, red timbs they come up to my legs

who’s is this this the man, bumping my sh-t while you land

all my music in ya head, i’ma start bumping this though

in my ‘cleren driving fast, ahead and you already know

- j4ydizz1e lyrics

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