lirik lagu ill chris – foreign currency
[intro: famous dex]
what?
bow, ha
what we doing?
dexter!
yeah, what?
hey, wha-
it’s dexter and ill chris?
ha, yeah
oh man god d-mn!
what? what?
[chorus: famous dex]
huh, what?
these n-ggas some bustas
30 on me, i swear i’m bust ya
got a bad b-tch, know she a sucker (know she a what?)
can’t hang out with these n-ggas, i swear they some softies
[verse 1: ill chris]
know i came with the sauce, yeah
final level, i’m the boss, yeah
you either born with the sauce, huh
or you lost in the sauce, yeah
me and dex in j-pan, yeah
[?] my hand, yeah
flexin’ hard in real life, yeah
you only do it on the ‘gram, yeah
only blues in my band, yeah
h-lla blues in my hand, yeah
blues brothers, i’m the man, yeah
high designer my brands, yeah, yeah, yeah
hit ’em with a cross, man, i hit ’em with a shot
feelin’ like hardy, man, i hit ’em with a fly
[?]
d-d-don’t even trip, i got it in a pocket
[chorus: famous dex]
huh, what?
these n-ggas some bustas
30 on me, i swear i’m bust ya
got a bad b-tch, know she a sucker (know she a what?)
can’t hang out with these n-ggas, i swear they some softies
[verse 2: famous dex]
back then i was broke (i was)
now i’m sellin’ out the show
i was kickin’ in the doors
everybody on the floor
i ain’t doin’ that again
huh, what? huh, yeah
f-ck a little b-tch ’cause she got a twin (she do)
yeah, yeah
smoke a little dope, i had to lace it
cartier braces, ooh
f-ck a little b-tch [?]
bust in her face
money on me, huh
diamonds all on my t–th, ooh
you so weak, huh
p-ssy boy, you cheap
[chorus: famous dex]
huh, what?
these n-ggas some bustas
30 on me, i swear i’m bust ya
got a bad b-tch, know she a sucker (know she a what?)
can’t hang out with these n-ggas, i swear they some softies
huh, what?
these n-ggas some bustas
30 on me, i swear i’m bust ya
got a bad b-tch, know she a sucker (know she a what?)
can’t hang out with these n-ggas, i swear they some softies
[outro: famous dex & ill chris]
dexter and ill chris (what?)
f-ck a little b-tch, swear to god she [?]
illy
dexter and ill chris
f-ck a little b-tch, swear to god she [?]
dexter, illy
tell these b-tches get out they feelings
uh, got gucci on ’til we hit the millions
uh, know what i’m sayin’?
[?], diamonds all on my t–th
[?], diamonds they on my t–th
oh my god, ronny! hahaha
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