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letra de another foreign (remix) - philthy rich

[intro: jazz lazer]
ayy
ayy ayy ayy

[chorus: jazz lazer]
hop out another foreign, b-tch i’ma hop out another foreign, ayy
hop out another foreign, all these n-ggas boring, they just tellin’ stories, ayy
rolls-royces back to back, maybach in back of that, watchin’ ’em bend the corner, ayy
this one’s from germany, this one’s from italy, i know these n-ggas wish they could get rid of me, ayy
hop out another foreign, b-tch i’ma hop out another foreign, ayy
hop out another foreign, b-tch i’ma hop out another foreign, ayy
hop out another foreign, b-tch i’ma hop out another foreign, ayy
hop out another foreign, b-tch i’ma hop out another foreign, ayy

[verse 1: johnny cinco]
say b-tch i’ma hop out another foreign
two hundred my dash, i don’t know where i’m goin’
i came from the bottom, they gave me crumbs
everywhere i go it’s love, see everywhere i go shut down the club
everywhere i go, it’s hundreds on us
everywhere i go it’s bad b-tches
young n-gga, all these d-mn riches
pull up in bentley now
pull up in bentley on bentley now
back to back bentley on bentley now
young n-gga i want the riches now
i remember it was rented
now i’m pullin’ bentley tinted
stayin’ down in the trap, it was plenty ain’t get it
we was stayin’ down ’cause they ain’t get it
now i ball hard without a permit
squad hard for my n-ggas locked behind the wall
everything i do, i do for y’all
hundred thousand on a coupe for y’all
me i sit right on the roof for y’all
sometimes i pour up a deuce for y’all
i know my n-ggas didn’t shoot a shot
but i know them n-ggas won’t shot for y’all, shh, hey

[verse 2: philthy rich]
hop out another foreign while these diamonds jump out the face
your baby mama p-ssy borin’, told that ho to hop out the wraith
it’s stars in my ceiling ho, centerfolds in my videos
i talk sh-t and i swallow spit, but i don’t never talk to no pillow ho
put in every foreign that n-gga name, when i was broke, n-ggas didn’t complain
everything big candy paint, your sh-t was sprayed with a can of paint
in the bentley with the breitling on, ap in the maserati
hundred thousand in my left pocket
and a bad b-tch that’s gon’ sell her body
n-ggas play with me, they gon’ check about it
too many bulletholes, they can’t check the body
i just placed a call, and i placed a hit
n-ggas pull up and get the check about it
your bm in my dm, i’m in a bm in the pm
if not n-gga, i’m in the audi thing
just copped another diamond chain, it’s philthy

[verse 3: yowda]
went from the ghost to the drophead
the car look live but the top dead
bad b-tch on my p-ssenger, she from north africa
goons in the backseat, they mopheads
i hit the valet and they drop dead
million dollars in the driveway
rappers lookin’ at me sideways
but all this came up off the highway
tried to tell them n-ggas crime pays
now it’s tension ’cause they didn’t listen
my neck glisten from the kitchen
i’m sh-ttin’, boy my roof is missin’
got lamb on the floor, stars in the ceiling
tint on the windows, it feel like i’m hidden
the ceiling console got a touch screen
the car do tricks as soon as i fill it
my money is up, same car as your idol
the engine purr like a kitten when it idle
you n-ggas is leasin’ and i got the t-tle
the engine v12 and the doors suicidal
ballin’ on these n-ggas like i was michael
jackson, jordan, tyson, and bodine
this would be floatin’, it feel like i’m boatin’
a shark in this b-tch and these streets is my ocean

[verse 4: zoey dollaz]
uh, dade county
hop out another foreign, with a bad b-tch lookin’ like she foreign, uh
hop out another foreign, my whip so big, lookin’ like we tourin’
these n-ggas mad ’cause they whip is borin’
i’m ridin’ ’round with young steph curry
my dog a shooter, he’ll leave you buried
motherf-ck a shooter, i shoot him, hit his medulla
i left the dealer, had to get some new rims
your b-tch wanna do ’em, ain’t nothin’ new
brand new s-550, look at the view
i like the four door but i copped the coupe
got your b-tch ridin’ the shotgun, got another b-tch behind her
uh, so i got the two, ain’t no question that i’m f-ckin’ your boo
’cause the foreign white and black like pepé le pew
’cause the foreign white and black like pepé le pew

- philthy rich

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