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4so - foreign stones lyrics

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[hook]
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those
these people my clones, they going and stealing my flows, they try to finesse on my glow
but little they know, i’m f-ckin’ they b-tch on the low, but f-ck it that’s just how it go
and gucci my sweater, i’m making they b-tch my new header and they never calling no hitters
i’m doing it better, they sending a strongly worded letter (like what?)

[bridge]
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those

[verse 1]
i need my money up, to sum it up, i’m coming up
i’m spitting heat like summertime, but my flow should bundle up
and the sh-t i’m on it got me stumbling, but i ain’t mumbling
the way i f-ckin’ hit the beat, it got the planet rumbling
i hit the bank and cash out, running up a check like everyday
i drive my -ss to neiman marcus, ball out like it’s nba
they don’t want the heat in this b-tch, they know that i’ll skeet in they b-tch (it’s 4so b-tch!)
i’m under the sheets with they b-tch, they know i’ma sleep with they b-tch (its 4so b-tch!)
and shouts-out keegstand, i blow 3 bands
shouts to the b-tch, in the whip, i ain’t leasing
she said she had me for 3 weeks, and she felt like that’s a three peat
easy when i spit it, all these b-tches tell me hit it
cop a whip and then i spin it, crash it and i don’t regret it
i got way too many f-cking foreign stones, that’s dancing on my wrist
i got this f-ckin’ talent, god knows that this sh-ts a f-ckin’ gift
and all y’all could’ve been my f-ckin friends, but thats a chance you missed
and everything i spit, is only facts, this ain’t a f-ckin’ diss
i’m coming up, running up, f-cking ya b-tch in the back of the benz
and she fell in love
well enough, 4so coming up, but never falling off, don’t hit my line, cause you know i’m not selling out

[bridge]
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those

[hook]
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those
i got foreign stones, 4so, two different foreign hoes
wake up, bake up, need my cake up, blue faces need more of those
these people my clones
they going and stealing my flows
they try to finesse on my glow
but little they know
i’m f-ckin’ they b-tch on the low
but f-ck it that’s just how it go
and gucci my sweater, i’m making they b-tch my new header
and they never calling no hitters, i’m doing it better
they sending a strongly worded letter (like what?)

[verse 2]
i think they f-ckin’ know that i’m the one who calls the shots now
talk sh-t get clocked now, you want a feature? you get shot down
i was on the bleachers, teachers, tried to tell me i can’t be a leader
met your b-tch, i please her in her dreams, cause i don’t f-ckin’ need her
lanyard on my f-ckin’ head, charger keys, that sh-t’s all red
but i’ma needa drop em, cop them lamborghini keys instead
they tell me that i’m up next, i’m not upset, cause i know that
it’s a throwback, no one f-cked with me, now they b-tch give me slow neck
and i thought i told these b-tches, i ain’t joking, i’ma really get it
laugh at me right now but when i’m rich, you finna want a wedding
change the setting, up in la, cruising getting head in benzes
prada lenses make the vision clear, the bars come to my senses
in the 6 speed, b-tch be screaming “d-ck me!” f-ck these hoes can’t trick me
sixty down the freeway, tryna give me head, i let her l!ck me
i be back and forth, i f-ck her once then kick her out the door
like b-tch i need my sp-ce, the f-ck you thought, you ain’t no underscore
and b-tch it’s 4so with foreign stones, two different foreign hoes
and when i’m rich as f-ck, don’t hit me up, just leave my -ss alone (b-tch!)



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