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rhythm - foreign lyrics

(daddy rhythm on this b-tch)

first off first let me take you back, way back in them days
see i never had a brother, riding solo all the way
and these b-tches in the louis-v was never in the frame
guess i finally f-ckin’ made it, but it doesn’t feel the same

she was a good young kid while growing up, life all good not knowing much
he done pulled for hood rests hustlers
but i staged dope from mama’s love
she never showed us what struggle was, even though we’re never rich enough
had a father he did what he does, makin’ money but never showin’ up
she was all good not fakin’ much, yeah them days to them fade away
and f-ck it just wanted to get away, cus diamond never elevates

and i’m hitting b-tches i’m gone, n-gga
pull up in the diamond foreign, n-gga
f-ck with me then we pulling triggers
p-ssy n-ggas tryna act bigger

been waiting on this sh-t for too long man, too f-cking long
and these hoes and f-ck n-ggas tryna take it from me

check it
trap for your money keep your mind on the hustle them p-ssy n-ggas talk
yeah the b-tch ain’t really riding but she bouncing on my c-ck
these the same old f-cking things though, bullsh-t ‘bout her love
b-tch, i ain’t f-cking tripping leave my money on my cars

throw that money on my ma’
flipping pounds since i was young
n0body fronting me just so i had to start it from some grams
still i had a couple stacks, put my family on my back, bought my mama golden things and all the sh-t she never had
this the money that we lack, turning savage with the gap
pulling up and imma shoot it, i gotta have that cash
jeez you going against the movement dope me up and never lie
just you know how i do it, god forgive me for all my bad

it’s me to be exact, been through h-ll and back in fact
and the devils takin l!ck and telling me never leave this path
there’s money drugs and b-tches but only miss god on your back
yeah you claiming you ain’t selfish like your b-tch while i’m blowing her back

cut to the chase got money on my mind, so i’m hustlin’ everyday
on some trap sh-t d-mn i got it, make a hunnid anyway
feel the struggles that i been through kept the role with every k
yeah you thought that you dont love me now it don’t matter what you say

i been workin’ i been busy switchin’ b-tches for their p-ssy
nah i’m still the humble n-gga, but i told her issa maybe
money falling out my -ss and she been tryna have my baby
steady smokin’ on that gas she let me traumatize and lately
feds been flaggin’ out my whips, and the charges are so brazy just turned 18 in this b-tch, but all the struggles are what made me
dreamin’ hard i got my wish, had to get up and put time in
everything i did myself, but a n-gga still ain’t happy
feeling caged up with this sh-t, on probation cus i’m grindin’
but they lied to the feds, writing statements to the police
you know that i kicked the case, had to go through what she gave me
but it don’t matter imma make it, y’all finna act just like you knew me

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