Ah
(808 Melo)
(Trap House Mob)
Woo
(This is a Melo Beat)
It's Big on the 12, no, be aware
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
My bitch 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, 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, "Papi, why you starting?"
Pop a Perc, go retarded
They know I'm wild and I need that respect
Seven hunnid grams, ice with baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next
Dre keep on shooting until it's nothing left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set
20 years old but I move like a vet
Talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, 'cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I f*ck her and pass her, show her difference between a dog, and a master
Lamborghini truck, floorin'
Got your bitch in the bank, whorin'
She like, "Papi, I adore you"
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal"
Rrrrr
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Christian Dior, I need more
Don't do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na na na, let it off
(Yeah) Yeah, let's go
Yeah, .45 in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, huh (rrrr)
On God I'm in front
I was in all the stars
I bought every Hermes scarves
Yeah, do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiri's
But I still need more
I could go and on, yeah
I ain't even gotta talk, yeah
Chopper go, "na na na"
Hoodie on, with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie, the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, that's a Jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp and his bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
Pop Smoke - Foreigner Lyrics
Pop Smoke - Foreigner Lyrics
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Ah
(808 Melo)
(Trap House Mob)
Woo
(This is a Melo Beat)
It's Big on the 12, no, be aware
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
My bitch 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, 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, "Papi, why you starting?"
Pop a Perc, go retarded
They know I'm wild and I need that respect
Seven hunnid grams, ice with baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next
Dre keep on shooting until it's nothing left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set
20 years old but I move like a vet
Talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, 'cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I f*ck her and pass her, show her difference between a dog, and a master
Lamborghini truck, floorin'
Got your bitch in the bank, whorin'
She like, "Papi, I adore you"
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal"
Rrrrr
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Christian Dior, I need more
Don't do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na na na, let it off
(Yeah) Yeah, let's go
Yeah, .45 in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, huh (rrrr)
On God I'm in front
I was in all the stars
I bought every Hermes scarves
Yeah, do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiri's
But I still need more
I could go and on, yeah
I ain't even gotta talk, yeah
Chopper go, "na na na"
Hoodie on, with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie, the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, that's a Jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp and his bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
(808 Melo)
(Trap House Mob)
Woo
(This is a Melo Beat)
It's Big on the 12, no, be aware
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
My bitch 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, 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, "Papi, why you starting?"
Pop a Perc, go retarded
They know I'm wild and I need that respect
Seven hunnid grams, ice with baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next
Dre keep on shooting until it's nothing left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set
20 years old but I move like a vet
Talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, 'cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I f*ck her and pass her, show her difference between a dog, and a master
Lamborghini truck, floorin'
Got your bitch in the bank, whorin'
She like, "Papi, I adore you"
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal"
Rrrrr
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Christian Dior, I need more
Don't do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na na na, let it off
(Yeah) Yeah, let's go
Yeah, .45 in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, huh (rrrr)
On God I'm in front
I was in all the stars
I bought every Hermes scarves
Yeah, do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiri's
But I still need more
I could go and on, yeah
I ain't even gotta talk, yeah
Chopper go, "na na na"
Hoodie on, with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie, the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, that's a Jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp and his bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
Writer: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Jackson, Julius Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Pop Smoke
From Album: Meet The Woo 2
Written by: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Jackson, Julius Dubose