Foreign Lyrics

I'm not the lovey type

I'm from the hood shawty

Can't give the type of love you want the way I should shawty

You cookin' breakfast oh word now you a cook shawty

She give me head soon as I wake that mornin' good shawty

I do it all shawty

We go to restaurants that your ex cannot afford shawty

You fuckin' with a real man that ain't broke shawty

The type to go to games and sit us by the court shawty

One minute you be at work

Next minute you on a flight

Ain't even give me the light

Just know you spendin' the night

I start believin' myself

When I tell you all these lies

I'm makin' sure they sound good

It's gettin' so out of line

You know I tend to forget

Baby you ain't even mine

I'm pullin' up in the foreign

We do Lamborghini drives

You givin' off pretty vibes

You get attention from guys

They better lower their eyes

We got some dangerous ties

Suicide doors girl you know it

Pull up to your crib in the foreign then I floor it

If it ain't foreign you already know it's borin'

Shootin' from the deep like I'm Steph and I'm scorin'

You already know the vibes what you want we can afford it

YSL, Louis, or Dior you could own it

I just booked a flight don't even know where it's goin'

I just know we goin' and we keep on fuckin' goin'

Had to step back from the picture

Had to leave had to dip up

You know when I come, I come back and I'm bigger

Murder all these beats I'm a killer

Streets walkin' 'round got the index on the trigger

Hand in the pouch open zipper

Steady with the shot, make you dance, make you quiver

Foam cups straight, no mixer

I be in the stu makin' hits with the liquor

Downin' the whole damn thing fuck the liver

Only time I settle's for a big booty stripper

Only competition that I see is in the mirror

Linked up with Sophie she only gettin' thicker

Ass got wider the tongue got slicker

Fly out to Bahamas book a whole big villa

FaceTime my ex but the hoe ain't pick up

No she ain't pick up

Bet the new guy that she with ain't richer

Always took my time bet his ass much quicker

If he got a problem he could talk to my hitter

Yeah

Finger on the trigger

Pussy motherfucker say hello to my killer

Sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker

Houdini all on her mouth like liquor

Suicide doors girl you know it

Pull up to your crib in the foreign then I floor it

If it ain't foreign you already know it's borin'

Shootin' from the deep like I'm Steph and I'm scorin'

You already know the vibes what you want we can afford it

YSL, Louis, or Dior you could own it

I just booked a flight don't even know where it's goin'

I just know we goin' and we keep on fuckin' goin'