bobby trill – foreign b!tch lyrics
[hook]
pull up with the stick
in a foreign whip
got a foreign broad
kinda sl-tty she my foreign b-tch
on my tip
bustin on these hoes with no extended clip
watch me work my wrist
boy i’m flexin counting up this grip
(hey)
(yuh)
[verse 1]
pull up on the scene i’m looking clean
phone on 10% but girl you know i’m ubering
straight into your heart you see me aiming with the beam
told her i don’t love her, kept my feelings quarantined yeah
i don’t f-cking chase, meet me out in cybersp-ce
shawty wanna dm, i just wanna f-ck her face
i just wanna f-cking c-m, hit it once and then i run
sipping on this medicine, leaning off this double cup (yuh)
i’m counting up this guap (yuh)
i’m swerving through the stop (yuh)
and i don’t f-ck with ops
no i don’t f-ck with ops
i’m sippin private stock
while shawty give me top
she give that sloppy top
boolin in my nike shocks, yeah
[hook v2]
i’m feeling so low
girl i’m feeling so low
lets keep it simple
rugar to my temple
worshiping your body
pull up with the tommy
filling up my double cup lil shawty wanna top me
i couldn’t stay the same
i had to get away
i’m sippin in the shade
saucin while i contemplate
another heart to break
shoot it with no auto aim
these n-ggas be to fake
do this
[hook]
pull up with the stick
in a foreign whip
got a foreign broad
kinda sl-tty she my foreign b-tch
on my tip
bustin on these hoes with no extended clip
watch me work my wrist
boy i’m flexin counting up this grip
(hey)
(yuh)
[verse 2]
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