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Young M.A "Foreign" (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young M.A
Young M.A
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Katorah Marrero
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Matthew Norrish Jacobson
Matthew Norrish Jacobson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ging
Ging
Producer
NY Bangers
NY Bangers
Producer

Songtexte

Ayy man, ayy we be fucking up them foreigns man Fucking up the highway Fucking up the E-way Fucking up the streets Yeah, uh Fuckin' up a foreign Police pull me over with a ticket and a warning (Damn) I still ain't pay that bih, damn I prolly got a warrant Haters tryna blow my vibes, gotta ignore 'em Uh, I eat her then I leave her Put on my Louis hoodie then my Louis sneakers (Swag, swag) I don't ever cuff a thottie or a skeezer (No I don't) Don't know how to love, I just know how to please her (Hello) Baby, come and put your toppings on my pizz-er (Hello) I don't catch no feelings, I'ma bob-and-weave her Valet the foreign, I don't pay no meters (Skrrt, skrrt) My bank account look like the numbers on the beeper (Beep, beep) Fuckin' up a AMEX, this is not a VIS-er (No it ain't) Ooh, she's a leaker (Ooh) Uh, so I iced her out, now she's a walkin' freezer, uh I'm the don dada and my bitch a div-er No I do not trick, but I know how to treat her (Hello, hello) My diamonds caucasian My jewelry go bling bling Your jewelry don't say shit My bitch said she leavin' me I went on vacation (Damn that's cold...) Ayy, I'm fucking with this foreign (Okay) Yeah, that bitch look good, But I cut her off 'cause she annoying (Damn) Humble down little ho, 'cause really you ain't that important (No) Collectin' bags at night and I'll Be richer by the mornin' (Yes I will) Ayy, its a groove (Ooh) I grind and get it, I mind my business, I'm winnin', yeah it's a mood You whinin', bitch and you broke, You lyin, and fibbin' and it ain't cool Broke nigga, ho nigga, ho nigga, broke nigga, ho nigga, leave the room 'Cause I don't broke niggas, Know nigga, woah nigga, go nigga, no we ain't boo Hey lil' bih, go lil' bih, ho lil' bih, no I ain't no fool (No) Snakes on the plane, puttin' snakes on my shoes Blue faces all in my 'roos (Roo) Water on my neck, water on my wrist, Water my drip, ooh, pardon my pool Pardon my drool, pardon my ooh (Ooh) Ayy, made my plate now I'm eating my food It's the fat shit, black shit, Mad shit, bat shit, and the engine go room Flintstones on my neck, and the diamonds go ya-ba-da-ba-do I'm takin' your bitch, Play with your bitch then I give her back to you (Back to you) My diamonds caucasian My jewelry go bling bling Your jewelry don't say shit My bitch said she leavin' me I went on vacation (Damn that's cold...) When your bitch in town, I just send her my location Ayy, she said my crib is spacious Told her, "You should see the bar inside my basement" Ayy, can't open up them bottles, them are ancient Drink Hennessy, can't smoke no weed it make her anxious Hey bitch, I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't got no patience It don't make no sense to fuck if you ain't wasted Fuck it, I just called up your replacement And I bet a hunnid bands that bitch get naked And I like my bitches foreign, can't do basic Ayy, why not you just give me head, bitch, just don't think shit Told my side bitch just to fuck me, just don't say shit And she feisty, feisty, she like to break shit Oh you love the bih? Oh you cuffed the bih? I released her from ya Put her on probation You said, "She celibate", it's a celebration (Celebration) I'ma fuck her anyway, haha All my cars is foreign All my bitches foreign All my clothes is foreign All my shoes is foreign
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