Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foreign Xchange, artist - Jarv DeeDate of issue: 29.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Foreign Xchange |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Don’t hit my line |
| Money, money, but no peace of mind |
| Hungry fortunes get no peace of mind |
| 'Less I added hella mozzarella to the doe |
| I guess we’ll call that pizza time |
| , I don’t fuck with swines |
| See, I penny pinch, I don’t drop no dimes |
| New dog, but I don’t fuck with slimes |
| See, I’m old dog when I’m buckin' mine |
| Keep it positive, see I’m focused now |
| Meditatin' in a room of clouds |
| Runnin' routes on a tight rope |
| Not a wreckin' ball gonna bring me down |
| Keep it smoky ridin' through the town |
| People swearin' that they know me know |
| (They used to fuck with my baby’s mamma |
| When I see you again, I’m gonna fuck you up) |
| Fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Fuck your plug, yeah |
| Drive your |
| that shit up |
| Kockin' your luck on |
| let 'em, let 'em, let 'em |
| everywhere |
| They good for nothin' |
| Could have |
| a soul city |
| Yeah, a soul city |
| I’m mister steal your girl |
| in the club, yeah |
| nigga wants to show me love |
| More drunk |
| Fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Shinnin' hard, |
| Bless the squad, ha-la-loo-ya |
| On my job, what’s your future? |
| Hold on nigga, hold that thought |
| Now I gotta go and change up that plot |
| Should’ve fuckin' known when I hit this spot |
| Be the same conversation that we had last time |
| Like, she don’t really know me, know my last name |
| Attracted to the jewelry and champagne |
| Said she got her friends, she tryin' to campaign |
| you bitches get a damn thing |
| 'Cause I don’t really care if your man is a Blood |
| You Instagram famous and don’t know real love |
| Try to be cool, but you fuckin' it up |
| I wasn’t gonna wait until after the club |
| Fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |
| Ay, fuck your plug |
| No, we don’t want your drugs |
| Thanks for the love |
| But stop hitting me up, ay |