letra de of course - acid souljah, mmarcus & dj foreign money
[intro]
foreign— foreign— foreign money empire, we’re laughing at you
oh my gosh, it’s the based negative squad
based negative
oh my gosh
acid souljah, are you on the acid again?
acid souljah
[chorus: acid souljah]
balenci on my f-ckin’ shorts
i’m rich as f-ck, of f-ckin’ course
i f-ck up on the baddest wh0res
and do the things you can’t afford
of course, of course
of course, of course
of course, of course
of course, of course
[verse 1: acid souljah]
f-cking hoes, i do that often
turning up, i do that often
turn the speakers supersonic
bns the trending topic
do some sh-t, they talk about it
b-tches always steady thottin’
b-tches always steady trippin’
like i do not have no option
i roll that gas up, let it spark and then i get to talkin’
she took an x before we f-cked, it gettin’ super thottin’
i take on way too many drugs, it get me too r-t-rded
supreme up on the tee, i mix it with balenci garments (fo— foreign money)
i’m the sh-t, i farted
i’m the sh-t, i sharted
i’m the sh-t, i need some papers and i need some [?]
and i’m with marcus in the studio, we go r-t-rded
and i won’t f-ck up on a groupie hoe, ok, i’m lyin’
[chorus: acid souljah & mmarcus]
balenci all up on my f-ckin’ shorts
i’m rich as f-ck, of f-ckin’ course
i f-ck up on the baddest wh0res
and do the sh-t you can’t afford
of course
of course, of course, of course (yeah)
of course
of course, of course, of course (yeah)
[verse 2: mmarcus]
of course, i’m ridin’ ’round with acid souljah really getting paid
of course, i’m ridin’ ’round with all my soldiers, if you play, you laid
of course, i’m ridin’ ’round with bns, we getting big bucks
of course, i’m ridin’ ’round inside the th throwin’ fours up
i can’t stop no grind, if i do, i’ll probably die
been through h-lla sh-t, it’s h-lla nights, i see my momma cry
i don’t got no [?] but to get rich, i gotta sacrifice
do or die, say goodbye, we can get you for the price
i’m with acid souljah doing dope sh-t only
bns the squad, we can’t ever rock with phonies
got it straight up out the mud, did that sh-t my lonely
holdin’ sh-t for ransom, you move i’m probably blowing
she like “boy, you handsome” of course, i start to feel myself
if i say what’s out my chest, i’ll probably go to h-ll
you don’t got me like i got you, baby, that’s just how i feel
migo gang not with that fighting, baby, it ain’t hard to tell
we the sh-t, we farted
we the sh-t, we sharted
we the sh-t, we need some paper and we need some [?]
watch what you say about us, baby, please don’t get it started
we play around with all these toppers [?]
foreign money, stashed in the couch
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