Foreign versuri

Versuri Playboi Carti – Foreign lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I’m sayin’, man?
Still drinkin’ lean and shit

[Chorus]
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin’ foreign
And that motherfucker be roarin’ (Ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show ‘em
City to city, I’m tourin’ (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowin’
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin’ (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds, they skatin’ on ice, huh
Run it up, bitch, Jerry Rice, hey, ayy
Hurt your feelings with the price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Everything come with a price, ayy
Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (Ooh)
Too many rings like I’m Mike (Ooh)
I got the motherfuckin’ mic (Ooh)
I got the motherfuckin’ Ike, huh
I told your bitch to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherfuckin’ mic, uh
I’m in the lobby, I’m piped, ooh
I told that bitch to come pipe, ooh
Shawty wan’ fuck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh
Shawty gon’ lick on the pipe, ooh
I got the strap like a dyke, ooh
I got the strap, I don’t fight, ooh
My diamonds, they icy ice, ooh
My diamonds, they ice, they bite, ooh
Your diamonds they ‘ight, a’ight, ooh
Ask that lil’ bitch what’s her type? (Ooh, ayy, what? Ayy)

[Chorus]
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin’ foreign
And that motherfucker be roarin’ (Ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show ‘em
City to city, I’m tourin’ (Yeah)
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowin’
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin’ (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay that lil’ homage (What?)
I got Pirus in the lobby (Yeah)
I got Pirus right behind me (Carti)
Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)
I might just pull up in Bompton (Carti)
Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)
You can’t trust me, I’m too poppin’ (Poppin’)
These niggas, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?)
Used to be robbin’ (Robbin’)
Molly Santana, jaw lockin’ (Lockin’)
This Spanish bitch callin’ me Papi (Papi)
She ride me like a Bugatti (‘Gatti)
Hop in the foreign, fuck the mileage (Mileage)
Pick the boof up, bitch, I’m tired (Tired)
Booted up, bitch, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin’ foreign (What?)
And that motherfucker be roarin’ (Ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show ‘em
City to city, I’m tourin’ (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowin’
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the mornin’ (Ooh)