Brick Eire - Foreign Whips (Irish Rap) Lyrics

Foreign whips when we swerve in
Bad thing yeah she's German
Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning
Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning
Foreign whips when we swerve in
Bad thing yeah she's German
Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning
Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning
Gear box slip six speed Trip tronic
My brother moving fast like Sonic
Fast like Sonic
Find me chilling in Armani maybe puma
Up in the Stars lunar
Yeah I should of done this rap thing sooner
But I was busy on the roads making mula
Yeah I got the shit to set your mind free spit bars that would make your mind freeze you ain't smoking none of my tree's
Vacuum pack Cali no cheese
Yeah I'm chilling with the boys yeah the Broski's
Remember days on the road with my lonelys
I was tryna make some money in the cold g
Now she calling up my phone like she know me
I want a straight sex thing no huuhh
Yeah she love it like this how I hit it like that
How she winding them hips ohh how she shake that back
How she licking them lips
Ohh how she do it like that
How she do it like that
Hey Bricko where you get a flow like that
How you making all that money on the roads like that
Been a long time since iv seen a face like that
When you get my messages won't you call me back
Hey Bricko where you get a flow like that
How you making all that money on the roads like that
Been a long time since iv seen a face like that
When you get my messages won't you call me back
Gear box slip six speed trip tronic
My brother moving fast like Sonic
Fast like Sonic
Yeah my pain runs deep and I know the pain will feel this
I remember day's on my ones I was tryna get a meal quick belly fully of hunger man I start moving real sick
Young kid on my own
Young kid without a homs
Daddy in the ground yeah this kid was all alone
But now this kid is a man
And I'm back for my own they like who's that knocking yeah it's Bricko for his throne
Boy mash up these beats while I spit through the dome
Still make a killing in my seat from my mobile phone
They never seen an Irish brother with a flow like this
You ain't been through the shit try spend a day in my kicks
Had to move them packs gymnast doing back flips
Cute thing mad tan and she teaching me mad tricks
I got your wifey on my snaps and she sending me mad pics
Foreign whips when we swerve in
Bad thing yeah she's German
Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning
Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning
Foreign whips when we swerve in
Bad thing yeah she's German
Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning
Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning
Gear box slip six speed Trip tronic
My brother moving fast like Sonic
Fast like Sonic
Money yeah let me get that
Flow yeah let me check that
Man im running through all these set backs
Me and my brothers we been struggling since wy back
Now my finger sore from counting all these bread stacks
Came way to far to be turning back
Remember nights i used to sleep on the stairs in the flat's
Banging out grub for the cash
See the blue lights flashing
Me and my brothers get the cash in
Push bike pedaling
Moving weight we were pebbeling
Blast your speaker's to this shit
Feel the base and the treble then
Roll a spliff to this
And pour some drink for the loved ones that be missing this
Irelands f*cking finest
Brick music
You know whats happening