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foreign - lou gram lyrics

[verse 1: lou gram]
y’all n*ggas lame, get the bag and fumble it
i’m a real hustler, get the bag and i tumble it
packs still going through he air, i never send [?]
me, i’m the one they call when they people out
they don’t play with us, they know what we about
n*ggas [?] them pills, pull up to your people house
n*ggas better do something, heard you really finished
heard you rapping ’bout the streets, but i’m really in it
heard your n*ggas talking [?] but i’m really in it
[?] dub any minute
[?] on the jeans
[?] on thеse n*ggas, i’m feeling like mr. clean

[verse 2 ?]
n*ggas, thеy be capping like a [?]
[?] opps, get out the car if you ain’t with it
[?] people like a midget
i’m a boss, b*tch, [?] stand next to me, it’s a privilage
i wasn’t on the scene, how the f*ck [?]smoke premiom, you boys blowing on [?]
a hundred shots off, you gon’ need more than a parametic
[?] debit card [?] credit
[?] b*tch, you know i said it
i ain’t into texting, b*tch, i hope you n*ggas get the message
i ain’t [?] but i’m always dressing
i just cashed your b*tch [?] you better call progressive
if the bl!cky on me, n*gga, we all protected
one thing ’bout the gang, we all respected
if a n*gga [?] we all gon’ [?]
bad b*tches and bottles in my section, they all selected
b*tch, you better watch your mouth, who you playing with?
feds come and get me right now, i ain’t saying sh*t
[?] staying lit
[?]
[verse 3: rmc mike]
n*ggas ain’t dropping sh*t, like to baby sit
unc making blue sails on this 80’s sh*t
supercharger on a monty carlo, this an 86
we smoking knock out power, mixed with baby sh*t
that sh*t strong as h*ll
turned your back on a n*gga that fed you, you wrong as h*ll
i think i like this young b*tch, she act grown as h*ll
brodie said the rout got hot, we gon’ load the mail
b*tch, i ain’t trippin, i’m a ghetto n*gga
and we can’t be f*cked with, lou, tell them n*ggas
it’s real [?] different
200 on the dash, everything i drive [?]
we don’t really trip on what we spend, we got bags to blow
he tried to sell his whole kit, what he asking for?
i ain’t got no beef with n0body, [?]
my country n*gga want a bag, we gon’ tax him for it

- lou gram lyrics

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