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Insane (Sped Up)

17 - "Foreign Girls"

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Let’s get it)
(Wooh) Uh, uh, yeah
(Huh) (BRrrra)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Skrrt!)
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Back in the cut with a pack and a play (Yeah)
I made a flip by the end of the day (Flip it)
Cartier frame and the lens all gray
Bitch I maneuver, I’m outta they way (Vroom)
Perky dissolve in the Henny, I sway (Wooh)
Talkin’ in numbers, no minimum pay
Racks in the duffel, my language is trade
Shorty want me but she can't get a stay (Nah)

She on her knees like she prayin’ to God (Facts)
Mouth got the grip, had to give her a nod (Okay)
Ran through a hunnid, then doubled the odds
I ain’t no regular, bitch I’m a god (Wooh)
Trench to the top, now my ceiling is stars (Stars)
That ain't a rental, it came with the scars
Keepin’ it clean but my hustle is dark
Too many crosses, I move like a shark (Slide)

[Chorus]
Too many bands, I don't gotta pretend (Bands)
Breakin' the mold, I don't follow no trends (Nah)
Came with the fire, they copy the blend
I make a call and it never depends (Pow)
Fuck all that talkin', just show me the ends (Woo)
Dodgin’ the fakes, I don’t need to make friends
Came with a Glock and it don’t need a lens
If you move foul, that’s where it ends (Boom!)

[Verse 2]
Shawty too nosy, she askin’ for stats
Told her relax, I ain’t givin' her jack (Nope)
Fly to the bank, I be countin’ it back
VVS glowin', it's lit like a match (Ice)
Hopped off a plane, then I hopped in the booth
Still in the game and I move with the truth
Cut from a cloth that’s too rare for the youth
Step in the zone and I turn to a brute (Grrrah)

Whip got no key, just a thumb and it start (Skrrt)
Shorty in red, but she playin' her part
Told her don't text, I ain't breakin' her heart
Leave it on read while I'm pushin' the cart
Don’t do emotions, I’m locked in the grind
Cashed out the safe and I didn’t rewind
I’m in the lead and they fallin’ behind
This ain’t no race, but I’m lappin’ the line (Zoom)

[Chorus]
Too many bands, I don't gotta pretend (Racks)
Breakin' the mold, I don't follow no trends
Came with the fire, they copy the blend
I make a call and it never depends (Skrrt)
Fuck all that talkin', just show me the ends (Ends)
Dodgin’ the fakes, I don’t need to make friends
Came with a Glock and it don’t need a lens
If you move foul, that’s where it ends (Boom!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Slatt!)
Wooh, yeah
Hunnids and fifties, I'm countin’ again
They play pretend, but I really ascend
Tryna play savage? You know I defend
Whole lotta trade shit, that's how it end (Pow!)

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