foreign

(Nita, what the f*ck) Bitch I get money I'm fried ash I'm with my I'm with my bleh (yeah) I'm with my slime like YSL I lost some bread, oh well Get it back in the morning I get pape, yeah I'm really scoring They be starting to get annoying Why is real love so foreign I don't wanna get boring Bitch I'm out my head I might, I might leave em (dead) I go M.I.A F*ck it I wanna see yo face Bucket We throwing threes in ya face Duck it If I see her I'm outta the way Eugh, yuh If I see ya I'm cool off you Yuh and I really been chillin' off the booze You see my page yeah I'm running it You see the pape getting money I cannot fw you, you moving funny