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letra de pop smoke - tribute mix - pop smoke

[intro]
shoutout 808 melo, woo
uh?
woo, it’s big092mlboa

[verse 1]
gq, you got a gun, n-gga, gun, n-gga, me too
brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
diggin’ that louie bag, louie bag, n-gga diggin’ that bag
duffle
brodie go back out, cut ’em
brodie go woo, i bet man gon’ shoot
said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
i keep me a glock, shoot out the roof
two 38’s, three 22’s
woo, treesha, shorty wan’ suck on my nina
i pull up like ace in a finas
i leave her sh-t wet, aquafina
woo, say that i’ll call a ape for a maybach
i’m 823, i get straight cash
if you got that work, i’ma take that (woo)
don’t get put on a shirt, watch n-ggas lurk
i keep a glock, when i’m in church
spin through your block, step on the clutch
hit that boy up, then i reverse

[verse 2]
don’t let that henny in my system (nah)
i catch a body, next day i forget it (next day i forget it)
n-gga, dread just caught a body (n-gga, dread just caught a body)
and that’s on the gang, n-gga, i was just with him, look
free all my rilla n-ggas, all my villain n-ggas
all my k!ller n-ggas out the cage
since a youngin, n-gga, i been drillin’ n-ggas
ma, i’m sorry i’m stuck up in my ways
ain’t n0body ever gave me sh-t
ain’t n0body ever gave me sh-t
with this big chip, i had to get paid
and it’s 10k to go on stage
and you know the treesh gettin’ laid

[pre-chorus]
baby, welcome to the party
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r-t-rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r-t-rded)

[chorus]
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner (woo)
foreigner (uh?)
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner
foreigner

[verse 3]
my b-tch a foreigner and she love to f-ck
she suck it up, make her fall in love
put that on her tongue, perky on her tongue
she do the walks for us (walk that sh-t), make her one of us
the gas that i’m smokin’ potent
ice on my neck snowin’
i’m dark skin, glowin’
off the perky, i’m rollin’
valet, park it
i’m screamin’, i’m barkin’
they like, “poppy, why you startin’?”
pop a perc’, go r-t-rded (woo)
they know i’m wildin’, i need that respect
seven hundred grams, icy baguettes
pop smoke, n-ggas know i’m up next
drac’ keep on shootin’ until it’s none left
i’m 823, yeah, i throw up the set
twenty years old, but i move like the vet
you talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
n-gga, ’cause you could get left
your b-tch is a foreigner, huh?
i f-ck her and pass her
show her the difference between a dog and a master
lamborghini truck, floorin’
got your b-tch in the back whorin’
she like, “papi, i adore you”
i’m like, “baby, i ain’t normal,” rrr

[chorus]
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner (woo)
foreigner (uh?)
foreigner (grrt)
foreigner (bah)
foreigner
foreigner
my a b-tch a foreigner
foreigner
foreigner

- pop smoke

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