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foreign jay - anonymous lyrics

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mmmm, divaio

[verse]
ayy, look, dirty ass money, but that’s how i like it
shawty gon do what i say like i’m simon
they know we comin, we blitz like the vikings
f+ckin sh+t up, b+tch, i’m sick like a virus

she wanna kick it. b+tch, i’m not the punter
he got a chopper, but he not the gunner
ice on my neck, i got hit with some thunder
like he was in trouble, i’m calling his mother

walk down n+gga, that gun in my jeans
did you see his soul just get up and leave?
outkast, shawty so fresh and so clean
he stay on his q’s, we runnin his p’s

arp shooter, we make his ass famous
he better off stripping the way he start shaking
white man pockеts, they think that i’m racist
i’m gon chase em down, but right now i’m just pacing

camе from the dirt, i get cut; jason
he ain’t gon cherish his life, take it
n+ggas on d+ck grabbing nut, damon
tommy on me, but i buss like k’naan
walk in a room, b+tch, i feel presidential
why he so mad? oh, that b+tch in his mental
that n+gga don’t rob, he just steal instrumentals
slid in them hotties, we couldn’t buy a rental

(ha! bicth! slid in them hotties, we couldn’t buy a rental
b+tch, we on point like a number 2 pencil
glock with a thirty, i use my utensil
laughing at n+ggas on live like i’m jimmy kimmel)

n+ggas see us and get stucj like a mannequin
if that’s your shooter then why he keep panicking?
get shot in the face. who? anonymous
i’m in the field like i grew a cannibis

f+cking her good, make her pull her own weave out
i’m that the top with the gang like a treehouse
[?] in my left and the right one say “peace out”
i’m at the spot where they told you to keep out

n+ggas be two+faced, i know they be phony
hop on the back of this b+tch like a pony
he tweak when he high, shoot his ass on the low+key
spin yo whole whip, “bring that car back, jodie!”

ghost town, leave yo whole block like casper
you know he a rat and he still yo master
tryna rob me he gon need hima pastor
city i’m from, that’s a natural disaster
talking my sh+t till the day that i die
while you in her phone i don’t even reply
down for a minute, her knees gon lock
she all on my d+ck when this heat gon drop

strong ass n+gga like fee+fo+fi
we hit his ass up, make em “ee! oh! ah!”
shawty on deck, i think we know why
cut that b+tch off, i don’t need no lies

(ha! bicth! strong ass n+gga, fee+fo+fi
hit his ass up, make his big ass “ee! oh! ah!”
i got the money today like 3, 4 times
you know i’mma buss, lil n+gga, you need yo job)

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