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viss - foreigns lyrics

[chorus]
today is your birthday
we gon’ get that boy gone in the worst way
my shot hit every time like a dirk fade
i get money, you see what the shirt says
i do drugs, i do it to hurt less
pop yo sh+t, i don’t care
they like, “viss, he ain’t playing fair” (i’m sorry)
her friends say we a good pair (i’m sorry)
get so high, now i just stare (i’m sorry)
my jeans, they came with a flare (i’m sorry)
lil’ baby, i tell you i care (i’m lying)
i’m doing these drugs on drugs, i’m dying
this the problem with me, i see it, i’m buying
my brudda do wrong, i’m legally blind
call me selena, k!ll ’em with kindness
b+tch, she gon’ kneel, i guess i’m your highness
how do you feel? yo bruddas, they slimey
by myself, i’m still standing strong
i’m not well, i’m feeling so gone~
diamonds white, they sumn’ like swan
hands in the air like we won
my plate full, no, you can’t get nun’
that sh+t dead, it ain’t what it was
took his sh+t, n+gga, just ’cause
[verse]
yeah, ooooh~, hop in that muhf+ckin’ fore’~
and that muhf+cker be roar~
my n+ggas, they come through the backdoor
2k b+tch, i ball on the court
run it up too much, now my legs got sore
and i’m smoking on gas, feel that sh+t in my core
and it’s so much story, you don’t even know the lore

- viss lyrics

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