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foreigner (demo) - pop smoke lyrics

[intro: pop smoke & 808 melo]
uh?
808melo
traphouse mob (woo)
this is a melo beat (it’s big 092mlboa)

[chorus: pop smoke]
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner (woo)
foreigner (uh?)
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner
foreigner

[verse 1: pop smoke]
my b*tch a foreigner and she love to f*ck
she suck it up, make her fall in love
put that on her tongue, perky on her tongue
she do the walks for us (walk that sh*t), make her one of us
the gas that i’m smokin’ potent
ice on my neck snowin’
i’m dark skin, glowin’
off the perky, i’m rollin’
valet, park it
i’m screamin’, i’m barkin’
they like, “poppy, why you startin’?”
pop a perc’, go r*t*rded (woo)
they know i’m wildin’, i need that respect
seven hundred grams, icy baguettes
pop smoke, n*ggas know i’m up next
drac’ keep on shootin’ until it’s none left
i’m 823, yeah, i throw up the set
twenty years old, but i move like the vet
you talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
n*gga, ’cause you could get left
your b*tch is a foreigner, huh?
i f*ck her and pass her
show her the difference between a dog and a master
lamborghini truck, floorin’
got your b*tch in the back whorin’
she like, “papi, i adore you”
i’m like, “baby, i ain’t normal,” rrr
[chorus: pop smoke]
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner (woo)
foreigner (uh?)
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner
foreigner

[verse 2: lil durk]
i don’t know opposition ride around in a [?] guns, no insurance
paying a [?] rnb b*tch, i got head no [?]
yeah
i don’t wanna hear trenches [?]
voice of the streets
bury me mike amiri (yeah)
richard amiri, f*ck a opp b*tch tell her “get outta your feelin’s”
that perky damage my kidneys
go to new york and i cool with some [?]
i’d rather get caught then die with the glizzy
her with some [?] pop me a wheelie
turn on pop smoke and a boogie and then i put on my hoodie
put his switch in a g lock
turn that b*tch into a [?] (grrt)
cpr just off a head shot told them boys dont [?] (boom)
he r.i.p of r.i.p cuz these not no regular bullets
yeah
[chorus: pop smoke]
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner (woo)
foreigner (uh?)
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner
foreigner

- pop smoke lyrics

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