Foreign lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


[Hook: 31 Gramms]
Fresh out the plane getting picked up curbside in the foreign
On the way to North Hollywood finna to light it up with a foreign
Foreign Whip, or a Foreign b*tch, I don't give a f*ck these blue hundreds Look foreign as f*ck you flex up and we know it cuh
To the street these n*ggas foreign
To the trap these n*ggas foreign
To the hood these n*ggas foreign
To some money these n*ggas foreign
To designer these n*ggas foreign
To some kush these n*ggas foreign

[Verse 1: 31 Gramms]
Look in the last lord around here
sh*t move till I clear n*gga
Ride around in the audio
Killing sh*t like a Nazi
Yeah this whip come from Germany
Hit the break, Hit the button, We'll get up
This AK47 come from Russia
Finna burn these feds like Usher
No way I won't talk to the police
sh*t so foreign I can't even say it
Dope game so foreign, I can not be played, cause the rule snot written by you
Now you want my Rolex
No more Kool-Aid
Running on nothing but cookies
[?]
We Got this sh*t for the low low
b*tch I got my name out the coco
I'm loving my n*ggas no homo
We kicking more sh*t than the dojo
I've never been out the states
But my left foot says Givenchy
Get on the pus*y like [?]
Deep in that b*tch I need oxygen
[Hook: 31 Gramms]
Fresh out the plane getting picked up curbside in the foreign
On the way to North Hollywood finna to light it up with a foreign
Foreign Whip, or a Foreign b*tch, I don't give a f*ck these blue hundreds Look foreign as f*ck you flex up and we know it cuh
To the street these n*ggas foreign
To the trap these n*ggas foreign
To the hood these n*ggas foreign
(I don't know you round here cuh)
To some money these n*ggas foreign
To designer these n*ggas foreign
To some kush these n*ggas foreign

[Verse 2: Trinidad James
When it comes to this fashion sh*t, I'm a Flexosaurs
An eagle soaring, Wiz Khalifa touring
New blue face on that Rolex, n*gga got the rolley rolling
Bad b*tches Algeria n*gga, of course, she a foreign
Your badest b*tch is boring
Supreme sh*t on my b*tch n*gga, say all the fashion is current
I KNOW YOU see me coming
Got white girls on white girls [?]
I got black girls on black girls [?]
Say no, Rick James boots n*gga made by Saint Laurent
I could never go broke cause I know I n*ggas always owe me money
My b*tches give me b*tches cause I teach a n*gga how to get the money (PIMP!)
We always had to jugg just to get a pay we never did it honestly
Like moving fast and thinking cause n*gga that's just what it is
I say no excuses n*gga, no complaining trying to figure how to get it
Puss- pus*y pus*y pus*y n*gga I see you growing whiskers
Get the f*ck up out my face if you can't figure out how to get more figures
James!
[Hook: 31 Gramms]
Fresh out the plane getting picked up curbside in the foreign
On the way to North Hollywood finna to light it up with a foreign
Foreign Whip, or a Foreign b*tch, I don't give a f*ck these blue hundreds Look foreign as f*ck you flex up and we know it cuh
To the street these n*ggas foreign
To the trap these n*ggas foreign
To the hood these n*ggas foreign
(I don't know you round here cuh)
To some money these n*ggas foreign
To designer these n*ggas foreign
To some kush these n*ggas foreign
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