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ysl gunna - cop me a foreign lyrics

[intro]
i’m finna kill these n-gg-s
(narcos)

[hook: ysl gunna]
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop-cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(yeah-yeah-yeah)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(i wanna cop me, gonna cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop me, yeah-yeah)
[bridge: ysl gunna]
chop off the top, forgiato my wrist
panama white, put the goat on my lip
riding on melrose, i’m in a sp-ceship
rolex on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run up a check, give a f-ck how you feel

[verse 1: ysl gunna]
i just might teach you a lesson
i cannot f-ck with no peasant
i only rock vvs’s
vvs’s in my necklace
vvs’s got me reckless
it’s gunna-gunna, b-tch you guessed it
i might say some sh-t impressive
i might do some sh-t, impress you
throw it up and let you catch it
hold me down and i’ma bless you
i’ma buy you some loubs, i’ma buy you giuseppe
that money keep coming, they send it directly
she suck on that d-ck and she give me that baggy
i give her 10,000 and i don’t regret it
thank god that i made it, i used to be poor
you lil n-gg-s fell off, young gunna still on
remember i used to rock polo, ralph lauren
now i pull off the lot in a new foreign
say f-ck all you n-gg-s, i know you ain’t with me
this amg 63, i gotta get it
24 inches, i want my sh-t lifted
ferraris and lambs and rolls royce and bentleys
european wheels all through the city
cashed out, got my t-tle and got my sh-t tinted
windows so dark man you can’t even see in it
riding with the pitch like my sh-t is not rented

[hook]
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop-cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(yeah-yeah-yeah)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(i wanna cop me, gonna cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(skrt-skrt, yeah-yeah)

[bridge]
chop off the top, forgiato my wrist
panama white, put the goat on my lip
riding on melrose, i’m in a sp-ceship
rolex on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run up a check, give a f-ck how you feel

[verse 2: young thug]
i’m in here riding with the carbon
hop in and out of the foreign
most of these ones they corny
they don’t know the fact (?) boring
we don’t make love with these b-tches
bought a new bentley truck with the riches
f-ck one, both my palms itching
let’s have a toast and f-ck your kidneys
f-ck 5-0, i know they listening
they listening to everything yeah
better watch what you say to these b-tches
cause in court they gonna put on air yeah
i just want a band
i just need a man
i miss ben franklin, i just want him bad
i treat ’em on (?) jackson, why the f-ck i do that?
but i promise i won’t do it no more
oh no-no-no-no hey

[bridge ii: young thug]
chop off the top, forgiato my wrist
panama white, put the goat on my lip
riding on melrose, i’m in a sp-ceship
rolex on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run that sh-t up, give a f-ck how you feel

[verse 3: young thug]
give a f-ck how you feel
all of my n-gg-s give a f-ck how you feel
f-ck around and play, (?)
f-ck around and play, get your ho lil top peeled
f-ck around and play, get your ho lil top peeled
f-ck around and play, get your ho lil top peeled
we just go crazy, we don’t pop the pills
we can go brazy when i pop the pills
we gon’ go brazy when i cop the pills
we gon’ put cake (?) your b-tch
we gon’ put cake on these b-tches for real
play with the b-tch and we saving they kids
saving they life and we buy ’em some heels
chanel bags by the low
hold up b-tch playing, i got big ring bloods on the low
shh, stand low, i got big bl–dy bloods on the low
yeah-yeah i’m on the west cost hanging with locs
ya dig n-gg-? don’t fix this b-tch
let ’em dig this b-tch
let ’em whip the wrist
out the pot, got the bowl
get a knot, buy a rollie
buy protection, put some ice around your neck
p-ssy on your (?)
put it on your (?)
put it on your private property
put it on your big bank
inside the pool i’m top
belly busting
f-ck n-gg- bust
bad back, ysl, we don’t trust you
f-ck round we gon’ bust you
f-ck round we gon’ bust you
we on (?) with guwop, f-ck round we gon’ bust you

- ysl gunna lyrics

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