Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foreign Dreams , by - The Game. Release date: 22.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Foreign Dreams |
| I pull up like a Don, ain’t shit you can tell me |
| I’m smoking loud, you can smell me |
| Hundred racks in my Balmain jeans |
| Pussy never phase me |
| My lola-loca, she a kariola |
| Moving out of order as I paddle-shift the border |
| L.E.D on my career, I’m the hybrid of the year |
| Killer rapper bout to blow up with a suicide beard |
| We letting off gunshots in the air (brap brap) |
| That’s how we show that we love and really care (brap brap) |
| Sim Simma, my keys in the beamer |
| Supply of fun and fame, I’m a white Mogart dealer |
| I bring that pump action, throwback pump Reebok flow |
| Pull up the track like the po-po pull up my boat |
| I’m telling capo I Fidel Castro that dough |
| Importing bad bitches only with the fat culo |
| Sim Simma |
| Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer |
| I pull up like a Don, ain’t shit you can tell me |
| I’m smoking loud, you can smell me |
| Hundred racks in my Balmain jeans |
| Pussy never phase me |
| That hoe she gotta an attidude |
| So tell me what that pussy do |
| She say she got an appetite |
| Well she gon get this dick tonight |
| You gotta get a brick, chop that muthafucka down |
| You gotta buy a gun, make sure it’s a 4-pound |
| Get a clique, tell em meet you downtown |
| Swimming through my paper, fuck nigga gon' drown |
| Boss nigga, boss nigga! |
| bout the $krilla |
| Natural born killer, used to be a gorilla |
| Now I’m in Manilla, chopper size of Godzilla |
| Zipping bodies up, Michael Jackson in Thriller |
| Make way for the shooters, Klay Thompson and Steph Curry |
| Nah, I mean that old school reggie Miller |
| Look around partner, ain’t nobody realer |
| My niggas got my back like chinchillas |
| Sim Simma |
| Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer |
| I pull up like a Don, ain’t shit you can tell me |
| I’m smoking loud, you can smell me |
| Hundred racks in my Balmain jeans |
| Pussy never phase me |
| That hoe she gotta an attidude |
| So tell me what that pussy do |
| She say she got an appetite |
| Well she gon get this dick tonight |
| Sim Simma x3 |
| Sim Simma, who got the keys to my beamer |