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letra de ​foreign - khaniz

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[verse]
b-tch, i walk outside the bank with my f and n on me
and i’m cooling in the trap, smoking on your dead homies
feeling like a baker, way i keep a lot of bread on me
got this four-five in my pocket, b-tch, i got that lead on me
better stop it ‘fore i’m popping out your brain
h-lla shooters in the cut, b-tch, we about to hit a stain
n-gga, that is not your homie, get caught up, you take the blame
n-gga think the sh-t a joke till i hit him with the flame
we gon’ hop out, b-tch, we rock out, grab the tec, i’m finna pop out
one, two, three, game
that’s a knockout when my n-gga pull the glock out
your b-tch praise me like the pope, aiming down with my scopе
if a n-gga talking down, we gon’ hang him like a rope
truеs on, you rocking levi’s, bullets flying out the chevy
if a n-gga talking down, let him know these bullets heavy
there ain’t nothing you can tell me
f-ck with me and sh-t get deadly when i’m c-cking back the semi
p-ssy n-gga want some smoke, then come with it
boy, watch your back
ak bullets, they gon’ knock out your fitted, turn you to a pack
can’t go inside if my gang can’t go in with it, ’cause i don’t lack
thought he was a bro, but that boy turned to a villain, i’m on his ass

[outro]
b-tch, i walk outside the bank with my f and n on me
and i’m cooling in the trap, smoking on your dead homies
feeling like a baker, way i keep a lot of bread on me
got this four-five in my pocket, b-tch, i got that lead on me

- khaniz

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