Yen1Thowzin - Foreign Lyrics

Yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
That's me I pulled up in that woah
Like yea that's me I pulled up in that foreign
In that foreign
Like yea that's me I pulled up in that foreign
Got some hoes, them bitches foreign
Smoking on exotics from the woah
Yeah that's me I pulled up in that foreign
All designer drip, act like you know it
All of it was foreign, yes
Yea that's me I
Walked in with two bottles, who gone pour em
And two bitches bad enough to be in porn
And my shoes so clean, I made them clean the floor
They like, who is he?
Bitch, yes that's me I pulled up in that
And I'm drinking privileged cognac
And I brought my pole I'm on that
Showed her how I'm living, she don't wanna go back
Let her hold my pencil, murder all she wrote back
Foreign
Bitch if I buy you some clothes, they gone be foreign
And if I cheat on you that's because I'm bored
Made it out the trenches, rags to riches, praise the lord
Left out for some shoes but came back with some whores
Should've never gave that nigga racks galore
My cup hitting hard, Rocky Balboa
And that shit kicking in, I had to sip it slower damn
Foreign
Yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
Foreign
Yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
Like yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
Foreign

Yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
That's me I pulled up in that woah
Like yea that's me I pulled up in that foreign
In that foreign
Like yea that's me I pulled up in that foreign
Got some hoes, them bitches foreign
Smoking on exotics from the woah
Yeah that's me I pulled up in that foreign
All designer drip, act like you know it
All of it was foreign, yes
Yea that's me I
Walked in with two bottles, who gone pour em
And two bitches bad enough to be in porn
And my shoes so clean, I made them clean the floor
They like, who is he?
Bitch, yes that's me I pulled up in that
And I'm drinking privileged cognac
And I brought my pole I'm on that
Showed her how I'm living, she don't wanna go back
Let her hold my pencil, murder all she wrote back
Foreign
Bitch if I buy you some clothes, they gone be foreign
And if I cheat on you that's because I'm bored
Made it out the trenches, rags to riches, praise the lord
Left out for some shoes but came back with some whores
Should've never gave that nigga racks galore
My cup hitting hard, Rocky Balboa
And that shit kicking in, I had to sip it slower damn
Foreign
Yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
Foreign
Yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
Like yea that's me I pulled up in that woah
Foreign