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lirik lagu lougotcash & bobby shmurda - foreign shit

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[chorus: lougotcash]
don’t need a b~tch, don’t want the b~tch
i f~ck a b~tch, don’t cuff the b~tch
’cause i could never love no b~tch
my brother blood, my cousins crip
if it ain’t gas, don’t want the sh~t
gangster sh~t, they love that sh~t
f~ck that b~tch, don’t cuff that b~tch

[verse 1: lougotcash]
f~ck that b~tch, don’t need that b~tch
while shmurda’s on that other sh~t
that schemin’ sh~t, that robbin’ sh~t
that murder sh~t, they seen that sh~t
i see your b~tch, she spread her legs and louie get between that sh~t
that foreign sh~t, that ‘rari sh~t
or i’m on lamborghini sh~t
that glocky on, that switch and sh~t
my b~tch be on that switchin’ sh~t
we f~cked her, me and bro, she was walkin’ on that switchin’ sh~t
but she ain’t know we switchin’ sh~t
this perky got me glitchin’, b~tch
addy got me geekin’, ho, ain’t even know i hit your b~tch
[chorus: lougotcash]
i f~ck a b~tch, don’t cuff the b~tch
’cause i could never love no b~tch
my brother blood, my cousins crip
if it ain’t gas, don’t want the sh~t
gangster sh~t, they love that sh~t
f~ck that b~tch, don’t cuff that b~tch
that foreign sh~t, that ‘rari sh~t
or i’m on lamborghini sh~t

[verse 2: bobby shmurda]
i tuck the bread, i duck the feds
my brothers locked, my n~ggas dead
my wrist a drop, my b~tch oh yeah
my n~ggas hot, them n~ggas scared
we shoot at cops, who f~ckin’ cares?
my shooters poppin’ anywhere
free gutta them, they know it’s, yeah, yeah, yeah
jump out the coupe and start dumpin’, my n~gga
ain’t nothin’ to send ’em, they comin’, my n~gga
i tell ’em to done it, they doneing you n~ggas
put every one of you n~ggas
bustin’ that sh~t in her stomach, my n~gga
she jumpin’ and f~ckin’ and cummin’, my n~gga
i’m dumpin’ that sh~t on her tummy, lil’ n~gga
yeah, i am gon’ run into one of you n~ggas
n~ggas been pimpin’, been pimpin’, my n~gga
don’t trip and don’t walk with no limpin’, my n~gga
i come from the cracks in the kitchen, my n~gga
yeah, i had to put a clip on that n~gga
i’m definitely standin’ on business, my n~gga
no talkin’, no chattin’, no snitchin’, my n~gga
and definitely don’t talk to no women, my n~gga
unless she with it, my n~gga
[chorus: lougotcash]
i f~ck a b~tch, don’t cuff the b~tch
’cause i could never love no b~tch
my brother blood, my cousins crip
if it ain’t gas, don’t want the sh~t
gangster sh~t, they love that sh~t
f~ck that b~tch, don’t cuff that b~tch
that foreign sh~t, that ‘rari sh~t
or i’m on lamborghini sh~t


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