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Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas | I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign) | I wanna cop me a foreign (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas (Narcos) I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign) I wanna cop me a foreign (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna cop me a foreign (I wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign) I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah) Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims Panama white, put the goat on my lip Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship 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 fuck how you feel I just might teach you a lesson I cannot fuck with no peasant I only rock VVS's VVS's in my necklace VVS's got me reckless It's Gunna-Gunna, bitch you guessed it I might say some shit impressive I might do some shit, 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 dick and she give me that becky I give her ten thousand and I don't regret it Thank God that I made it, I used to be poor You lil' niggas 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 fuck all you niggas, I know you ain't with me This AMG 63, I gotta get it 24 inches, I want my shit lifted Ferraris and Lambs and Rolls Royce and Bentleys European wheels all through the city Cashed out, got my title and got my shit tinted Windows so dark man you can't even see in it Riding with the pitch like my shit is not rented I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign) I wanna cop me a foreign (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna cop me a foreign (I wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign) I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah) Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims Panama white, put the gold on my lips Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship 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 that check, give a fuck how you feel (Jeffery) I'm in here ridin' with the carbon, ayy Hop in and out of the foreign Most of these boys, they corny They don't got no bread, they runnin' around and they borin' We don't make love with these bitches Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches (Ya dig?) Fuck one, both my palms itchin' (Whoa) Let's have a toast and fuck your kidneys (Toast) Fuck 5-0, I know they listenin' (Fuck 'em) They listenin' to everything, yeah (Yeah) Better watch what you say to these bitches (Why?) 'Cause in court they gonna put it on air, yeah I just want a band, I just need a band I miss Ben Franklin, I just want him back I cheated on him with Grants and Jacksons, why the fuck I do that? But I promise I ain't gon' do it no more, oh no-no-no-no, hey! I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign) I wanna cop me a foreign (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna cop me a foreign (I wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign) I wanna cop me a foreign (Cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah) Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims Paint 'em all white, put the gold on the lips Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship Patek 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 shit up, give a fuck how you feel Give a fuck how you feel All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel Fuck around and play, get your bitch on a pill Fuck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled Fuck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled Fuck around and play, I'ma pop me a pill 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, put the guap on your bitch We gon' put cake on these bitches for real Play with the bitch and we saving they kids Savin' they life and we buy 'em some heels Chanel bags by the low Hold up bitch playing, I got big ring bloods on the low Shh, stand low, I got big bloody bloods on the low Yeah-yeah I'm on the west coast hanging with locs Ya dig nigga? Don't fix this bitch Let 'em dig this bitch, let 'em whip the wrist Out the pot, got the bowl, get a knot, buy a Rollie Buy Pateks, put some ice around your neck Pussy on your tongue, put it on your point and click Put it on your private property, put it on your big bank Inside the pool I'm top, belly busting Fuck nigga bust Bad back, YSL, we don't trust you Fuck round we gon' bust you, fuck round we gon' bust you We on Gresham with Guwop, fuck round we gon' bust you I wanna cop me a foreign I wanna cop me a foreign I wanna cop me a foreign I wanna cop me a foreign Chop off the top, Forgiato my wrist Panama white, put the goat on my lip Riding on Melrose, I'm in a spaceship Patek 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 shit up, give a fuck how you feel
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