Another Foreign lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Intro: Jazz Lazer]
Ayy
Ayy ayy ayy

[Chorus: Jazz Lazer]
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, all these n*ggas boring, they just tellin' stories, ayy
Rolls-Royces back to back, Maybach in back of that, watchin' 'em bend the corner, ayy
This one's from Germany, this one's from Italy, I know these n*ggas wish they could get rid of me, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Hop out another foreign while these diamonds jump out the face
Your baby mama pus*y borin', told that ho to hop out the Wraith
It's stars in my ceiling ho, centerfolds in my videos
I talk sh*t and I swallow spit, but I don't never talk to no pillow ho
Put in every foreign that n*gga name, when I was broke, n*ggas didn't complain
Everything big candy paint, your sh*t was sprayed with a can of paint
In the Bentley with the breitling on, AP in the Maserati
Hundred thousand in my left pocket
And a bad b*tch that's gon' sell her body
n*ggas play with me, they gon' check about it
Too many bulletholes, they can't check the body
I just placed a call, and I placed a hit
n*ggas pull up and get the check about it
Your BM in my DM, I'm in a BM in the PM
If not n*gga, I'm in the Audi thing
Just copped another diamond chain, It's Philthy
[Chorus: Jazz Lazer]
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, all these n*ggas boring, they just tellin' stories, ayy
Rolls-Royces back to back, Maybach in back of that, watchin' 'em bend the corner, ayy
This one's from Germany, this one's from Italy, I know these n*ggas wish they could get rid of me, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy

[Verse 2: Yowda]
Went from the Ghost to the drophead
The car look live but the top dead
Bad b*tch on my passenger, she from North Africa
Goons in the backseat, they mopheads
I hit the valet and they drop dead
Million dollars in the driveway
Rappers lookin' at me sideways
But all this came up off the highway
Tried to tell them n*ggas crime pays
Now it's tension 'cause they didn't listen
My neck glisten from the kitchen
I'm sh*ttin', boy my roof is missin'
Got lamb on the floor, stars in the ceiling
Tint on the windows, it feel like I'm hidden
The ceiling console got a touch screen
The car do tricks as soon as I fill it
My money is up, same car as your idol
The engine purr like a kitten when it idle
You n*ggas is leasin' and I got the title
The engine V12 and the doors suicidal
Ballin' on these n*ggas like I was Michael
Jackson, Jordan, Tyson, and Bodine
This would be floatin', it feel like I'm boatin'
A shark in this b*tch and these streets is my ocean
[Chorus: Jazz Lazer]
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, all these n*ggas boring, they just tellin' stories, ayy
Rolls-Royces back to back, Maybach in back of that, watchin' 'em bend the corner, ayy
This one's from Germany, this one's from Italy, I know these n*ggas wish they could get rid of me, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy

[Verse 3: Zoey Dollaz]
Uh, Dade County
Hop out another foreign, with a bad b*tch lookin' like she foreign, uh
Hop out another foreign, my whip so big, lookin' like we tourin'
These n*ggas mad 'cause they whip is borin'
I'm ridin' 'round with young Steph Curry
My dog a shooter, he'll leave you buried
Motherf*ck a shooter, I shoot him, hit his medulla
I left the dealer, had to get some new rims
Your b*tch wanna do 'em, ain't nothin' new
Brand new S-550, look at the view
I like the four door but I copped the coupe
Got your b*tch ridin' the shotgun, got another b*tch behind her
Uh, so I got the two, ain't no question that I'm f*ckin' your boo
'Cause the foreign white and black like Pepé Le Pew
'Cause the foreign white and black like Pepé Le Pew
[Chorus: Jazz Lazer]
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, all these n*ggas boring, they just tellin' stories, ayy
Rolls-Royces back to back, Maybach in back of that, watchin' 'em bend the corner, ayy
This one's from Germany, this one's from Italy, I know these n*ggas wish they could get rid of me, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
Hop out another foreign, b*tch I'ma hop out another foreign, ayy
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