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foreign jay - keyshia cole lyrics

[intro]
uh, hehehe, can you like, shut up? hehehe
say what? (hehehe)
(samsungsosa)

[chorus]
ayy, yo favorite rapper lame, he probably sing to hoes
tell that n+gga shut the f+ck up, he ain’t keyshia cole
even though i’m countin’ racks i still eat pizza rolls
drop my b+tches like my tapes, i’m still releasin’ hoes

[verse]
i freestyle like, everyday, b+tch, i be too legit
he try to run up, best believe he on that stupid sh+t
my brudda shootin’ sh+t and still be on that ruthless sh+t
hе said he want the bag, beliеve i put the boof in it
uh, uh, b+tch, i’m grave gang
uh, uh, b+tch, i’m ape gang
uh, uh, try to pull up, he gon have to meet this ak
uh, uh, f+ck a uber, she gon’ have to meet the train way
uh, uh, i’m a crazy mothaf+cka, that’s on grave gang
b+tch, i had this swag before i even copped some mikes
this a real strap on me, b+tch, i am not a dyk+
i was broke for 18 years and then i got it right
my n+gga turned down eighteen years and that done got him life
yeah, yes, i am a artist, b+tch, i been the hardest
b+tch, i’m self arming, run up, pinned you to the carpet
i’m on a new level, got a new schedule
you can’t f+cking hang, lame, you a lil’ nibble
if it don’t make no money, b+tch, then it don’t make no sense
i told a n+gga that before and i ain’t heard him since
i meet a n+gga at his door like i prefer the rent
i know this b+tch a freak, she told me she prefer this d+ck
these n+ggas pay for p+ssy, they on that perverted sh+t
i’m on [?], i f+ck with that dirty sh+t
in real life, try to test me, marley got that thirty stick
this lil’ hoe think i’m cute, i think that she a purty b+tch
she said, “i got yo songs on itunes, jay, you just too good”
“i play my music to his brother, now he just too hood”
“no, i can’t show you to my mother, i don’t think i should”
she said her dad couldn’t even son him if he think he could
good, b+tch, i’m good
good, b+tch, i’m good
countin’ up this money, b+tch, i wish you would
countin’ up this money, b+tch, i know i’m good
[chorus/outro]
ayy, yo favorite rapper lame, he probably sing to hoes
tell that n+gga shut the f+ck up, he ain’t keyshia cole
even though i’m countin’ racks i still eat pizza rolls
drop my b+tches like my tapes, i’m still releasin’ hoes
yo n+gga, he a lame and he sing to hoes
tell that n+gga shut the duck up, he ain’t keyshia cole

- foreign jay lyrics

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