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foreign shit - lougotcash & bobby shmurda lyrics

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[chorus: lougotcash]
don’t need a b*tch, don’t want the b*tch
i f*ck a b*tch, don’t cuff the b*tch
’cause i could never love no b*tch
my brother blood, my cousins crip
if it ain’t gas, don’t want the sh*t
gangster sh*t, they love that sh*t
f*ck that b*tch, don’t cuff that b*tch

[verse 1: lougotcash]
f*ck that b*tch, don’t need that b*tch
while shmurda’s on that other sh*t
that schemin’ sh*t, that robbin’ sh*t
that murder sh*t, they seen that sh*t
i see your b*tch, she spread her legs and louie get between that sh*t
that foreign sh*t, that ‘rari sh*t
or i’m on lamborghini sh*t
that glocky on, that switch and sh*t
my b*tch be on that switchin’ sh*t
we f*cked her, me and bro, she was walkin’ on that switchin’ sh*t
but she ain’t know we switchin’ sh*t
this perky got me glitchin’, b*tch
addy got me geekin’, ho, ain’t even know i hit your b*tch
[chorus: lougotcash]
i f*ck a b*tch, don’t cuff the b*tch
’cause i could never love no b*tch
my brother blood, my cousins crip
if it ain’t gas, don’t want the sh*t
gangster sh*t, they love that sh*t
f*ck that b*tch, don’t cuff that b*tch
that foreign sh*t, that ‘rari sh*t
or i’m on lamborghini sh*t

[verse 2: bobby shmurda]
i tuck the bread, i duck the feds
my brothers locked, my n*ggas dead
my wrist a drop, my b*tch oh yeah
my n*ggas hot, them n*ggas scared
we shoot at cops, who f*ckin’ cares?
my shooters poppin’ anywhere
free gutta them, they know it’s, yeah, yeah, yeah
jump out the coupe and start dumpin’, my n*gga
ain’t nothin’ to send ’em, they comin’, my n*gga
i tell ’em to done it, they doneing you n*ggas
put every one of you n*ggas
bustin’ that sh*t in her stomach, my n*gga
she jumpin’ and f*ckin’ and cummin’, my n*gga
i’m dumpin’ that sh*t on her tummy, lil’ n*gga
yeah, i am gon’ run into one of you n*ggas
n*ggas been pimpin’, been pimpin’, my n*gga
don’t trip and don’t walk with no limpin’, my n*gga
i come from the cracks in the kitchen, my n*gga
yeah, i had to put a clip on that n*gga
i’m definitely standin’ on business, my n*gga
no talkin’, no chattin’, no snitchin’, my n*gga
and definitely don’t talk to no women, my n*gga
unless she with it, my n*gga
[chorus: lougotcash]
i f*ck a b*tch, don’t cuff the b*tch
’cause i could never love no b*tch
my brother blood, my cousins crip
if it ain’t gas, don’t want the sh*t
gangster sh*t, they love that sh*t
f*ck that b*tch, don’t cuff that b*tch
that foreign sh*t, that ‘rari sh*t
or i’m on lamborghini sh*t

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