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letra de cop me a foreign - specs (rapper)

[intro]
(bricks, this sh-t finna k!ll these n-ggas)
so i came out to l.a. and went to the ferrari dealership, i was looking for the ferrari truck (narcos)
and they didn’t even have one, i didn’t want to buy it i just wanted to look at it

[chorus]
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop- cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(i wanna cop me, cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign

[post-chorus]
chop off the top, forgiato my rims
panama white, put the goat on my lip
riding on melrose, i’m in a sp-ceship
rolex on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own papеr, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run that sh-t up, givе a f-ck how you feel

[verse 1: gunna]
i just might teach you a lesson
i cannot f-ck with no peasant
i only rock vvs’s
vvs’s in my necklace
vvs’s got me reckless
it’s specs-specs, b-tch you guessed it
i might say some sh-t impressive
i might do some sh-t, impress you
throw it up and let you catch it
hold me down and i’ma bless you
i’ma buy you some loubs, i’ma buy you giuseppe
that money keep coming, they send it directly
she suck on that d-ck and she give me that becky
i give her ten thousand and i don’t regret it
thank god that i made it, i used to be poor
you lil’ neighbors fell off, young specs still on
remember i used to rock polo, ralph lauren
now i pull off the lot in a new foreign
say f-ck all you neighbors, i know you ain’t with me
this amg 63, i gotta get it
24 inches, i want my sh-t lifted
ferraris and lambs and rolls royce and bentleys
european wheels all through the city
cashed out, got my title and got my sh-t tinted
windows so dark man you can’t even see in it
riding with the pitch like my sh-t is not rented
[chorus 2]
i really been thinking about copping a foreign
dming lil shawty, i think she from florence
started in a shed built with 2×4 inch

no one on my tail, but prepared for the warrants

traveling state to state, but i am not touring
money in good shape, bills from the bank not torn

[verse 2: young thug]
i’m in here ridin’ with the carbon
hop in and out of the foreign (foreign)
most of these boys, they corny (what?)
they don’t got no bread, they runnin’ around and they borin’
we don’t make love with these b-tches (nah)
bought a new bentley truck with the riches (ya)
f-ck one, both my palms itchin’ (whoa)
let’s have a toast and f-ck your kidneys (toast)
f-ck 5-0, i know they listenin’ (f-ck ’em)
they listenin’ to everything, yeah
better watch what you say to these b-tches (why?)
’cause in court they gonna put it on air, yeah
i just want a band, i just need a band
i miss ben franklin, i just want him back
i cheated on him with grants and jacksons, why the f-ck i do that? (i don’t know, tell ‘em)
but i promise i ain’t gon’ do it no more, oh no-no-no-no
[chorus]
i wanna cop me a foreign
(cop- cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
i wanna cop me a foreign
(i wanna cop me, cop me a foreign)
i wanna cop me a foreign

[post-chorus]
chop off the top, forgiato my rims
paint ’em all white, put the gold on the lips
riding on melrose, i’m in a sp-ceship
patek on my wrist when i grip the steering wheel
i’m only running with real
i got my own paper, i can’t sign a deal
mansion in beverly hills
i run that sh-t up, give a f-ck how you feel

[verse 3: specs]
since a young age, been getting straight a’s
throwing up f’s, thought i was in faze

been blazing my own trail, no waze
stacking these chips like pringles, no lays
i’m my own boss, i’m looking for a raise
never sold yay, know how to get paid

and you know me, i been out here kneading that dough
stay locking the safe and then i’m hiding the code
switchin’ up my dears, keep it a buck and ten doe
got a monopoly on hoe, collecting 200 every time i pass go
i don’t know her name, i been calling her jane doe
i been writing poems, call me wesley allen poe
shoutout drake, i’m runnin’ through the 6 with my woe
anyone in my way, i’m considerin’ my foe
i’m real, never been fake, i’m the antonym of faux

i’m straight to the money, flying by the way of the crow

[outro]
shoutout brian steel
shoutout brian steel
shoutout steel law firm, for keeping it real
shoutout brian steel
shoutout brian steel
bringing jeffery home, with that deal
for real

- specs rapper

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