| Bulletproof the windows, give me the fog lights
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| Riding with this lady tiger, all night
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| Rollie on my left, because my money always right
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| Created a legend with my life, and I’m still going
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| Coming down still holding
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| Steering wheel wood and my rims golden
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| Foreign scrapers to operate you need a translator
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| Interior laid you would think I hired a decorator
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| Spectators waiting to watch, anticipate each shot
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| From the top of the key, might stop and pop for 3
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| That’s me balling division 1 stunt at summer league
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| Park them big ass Hummers on the court, torch weed
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| I get money where the Porsche’s be
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| Rapple it, stash and repeat, cause I’m an athlete
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| Training to maintain ready to compete
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| These keys being released into the street
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| Fiends can’t sleep they listen til' they O. D
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| It’s the sweetest thing but at the same time it stings
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| Cash and diamonds got these peasants pretending to be kings
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| It ain’t hard to tell, them diamonds real but they rating very low on the scale
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| That’s not clarity, that’s just embarrassing
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| What type of jeweler carry those things?
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| Uh, look
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| We don’t move unless the money right and that’s law
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| Everything in motion we ain’t slowing down for none of y’all
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| Everything I’m smoking come from the High Times Awards
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| Burning en route, that way I know I’m high when I’m on board
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| 100 thousand on the floor, you gotta walk right
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| You gotta make sure your pimping strong at all times
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| Lean with the Sprite, marinite my ice
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| If I got you in my circle then I expect you to ride
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| Court in the morning and I probably don’t arrive
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| You know one thing niggas never on time
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| Reputation on the line, well known in these streets that I ride
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| Well off Jet, Free C-Style
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| I could smoke a whole jernt in a mile
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| You could smell it through the plastic right now
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| Yea I’m strapped if you asking right now
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| So be careful what you asking for
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| I two-piece your homeboy then I smack your hoe
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| I brought like 50 grand with me to the corner store
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| I be up in the same spot if you wan' come for more
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| My foot on they neck, making it real uncomfortable
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| Don’t be coming around talking 'bout something you dont know
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| Speak when you spoken to |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foreign Summers, artist - Curren$y. Album song Fire In The Clouds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп