lauren - why g lyrics
[intro: why g]
(m*m*m*m*money musik)
she so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
ouuu, gang
[chorus: why g]
my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
mercedes*benz g*wagen, she so foreign
she look like lauren, look like lauren, look like lauren
fendi, louis, gucci, she don’t wear ralph lauren
she swaggin’ red bottoms like they jordans
my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
mercedes*benz g*wagen, she so foreign
she look like lauren, look like lauren, look like lauren
[verse 1: why g]
i just spent seven minutes in the kitchen
whippin’, whippin’, turn a quarter chicken, half a chicken
twenty*two on my wrist, call me andrew wiggins
point*blank, headshot, that’s how we wig him
my [?], it can’t fit on the digi’
xd, it fit in my pocket, small and skinny
you buyin’ hoes roses, i buy a box of jimmy’s
i might pay her taxi if she suck me neatly
i don’t f*ck with snakes but got on all this snake gucci
all my opps eat tamales like lil tunechi
you don’t want me turn my sav’ up like lil wassi
baby girl, super foreign, and she ride like a audi
[chorus: why g]
my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
mercedes*benz g*wagen, she so foreign
she look like lauren, look like lauren, look like lauren
fendi, louis, gucci, she don’t wear ralph lauren
she swaggin’ red bottoms like they jordans
my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
mercedes*benz g*wagen, she so foreign
she look like lauren, look like lauren, look like lauren
[verse 2: jay critch]
ayy, my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
ayy, pull up in that thang, lift the doors
i just spent like ten days in the kitchen doin’ chores
n*gga, i get it in ten ways, money comin’ out my pores
i got fendi, [?], b*tch, you can’t afford
me and [millz?] pull up in that bm’, put it in sport
i’ma go get that money, that’s always
and my shooter, he hit you from long*range
got your wifey courtside at the ball game
take her home, f*ck her, then tell her, “don’t call me”
why she suckin’, thought that was your shawty?
talkin’ them hundreds, i got them right on me
walkin’ with money, pull up in a ‘rari
i had to get me three hoes and they naughty
talkin’ money, i’m like, “who?” bands
bro, i ain’t know that was you, d*mn
diamonds, frooty loop, toucan
just don’t pull up with the two, blam
[chorus: why g]
my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
mercedes*benz g*wagen, she so foreign
she look like lauren, look like lauren, look like lauren
fendi, louis, gucci, she don’t wear ralph lauren
she swaggin’ red bottoms like they jordans
my b*tch so foreign, she so foreign, she so foreign
mercedes*benz g*wagen, she so foreign
she look like lauren, look like lauren, look like lauren
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