Chetta — Foreigner

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Im whipping Im whipping the foreign
Im whipping Im whipping the foreign
We smoke on We smoke in the foreign

Pull up and whipin the foreign
Your shit is boring your girl is yawning
My feet in the pedal im jordan
Jumping thru traffic, you can’t ignore me
They sleep on money they snur it
Im wide awake, putting cash to the safe
Take the kush to my face
*Cof Cof*
Ahead of my time, ahead of the race
Ahead of my state, presidential the state
She out of molly but she think im great
The feelings get hurt when im on the place
We up in the building please get out my face
Keep talking and i talk you out of your place
I live in a place, where shadows get trace
Codeine in my cup i just pour an eight
I just cought a body i just beat the case
Im feeling like gotti, please give me my space
I might cap a tommy to spray up your face
My homies behind me so get out the way
Get off my way *woah?*
Part of my pace, i triple my cups
I move like an ape, i walk what i talk
Can say what i say

Just pop a xan, memory start to fade
Just ain’t a minute, im feeling like wayne
Spillin my cup, t got a stain
Check up your clique, charge up the game
We rolling up gottie, two phones with a place
Making this guap and pay every day
I kill for the mula who wanna get paid

Im whipping Im whipping the foreign
Im whipping Im whipping the foreign
We smoke on We smoke in the foreign
Pull up and whipin the foreign