Wonka - FOREIGN lyrics

[Guitar Interlude: Emmett Wesolowski] [Intro] Maserati Boys 2015 What you think we on? [Verse 1: Wonka] Pull up on a n***a give 'em Mayweather hands If a n***a wanna beef gotta put 'em in the sand Mothaf**a, I titty f** her, never love her, p**y crusher Got the cane like I'm Stevie Wonder, you can never steal my thunder Got the fade like I'm Usher, pop that p**y like a gusher Ooh boy this is sweet, I ain't talkin' no cavity Call me George Clooney cause I'm feelin' the gravity Woo all me, the rhymes are popping lately, the p**y so tasty Cause we 580 E.T. phoned home, cause I be in the zone Never bore, don't ignore, I just soar, Metro Boomin want some more, weak n***as just exit out the door (Got Damn!) [Interlude] And these hoes man... They always lookin' for the party, even tho me and Emmett always whip the Maserati (Skrrrr) [Verse 2: Wonka] Woo, got the robe like Flair n***a beware, Boy's Club Billionaire Fight me I dare, me I can't scare You f** with a rare, better ask for a prayer sh** is unfair, cause you can't compare God mode on these n***as I'm pulling the triggas Champagne, c**aine, n***a figures on figures Find another verse with more rigor The boy man he hot, he stirring up the pot I ain't talkin' bout no Curry or Harden, I hit the shot (Lil B!) Whenever me and Emmett in the lab, n***as wanna collab Pick up the pad, take another smack to the dab (Dab Daddy!) Feel kinda bad, cause when the juice is flowing I'm in the red zone, where my n***a Conan? I'm owning the beat, owning the rhymes, here with my slime Found a Foreign b**h, Bollywood time ughh Wine and dine, snort a line, she gon' be fine, she gon' be mine Cloud nine, rain or shine, this is a sign, I need a shrine I'm so got damn divine, with the wings out my spine Ew, I'm so nasty Where the thots at? Hmm prolly Tallaha**ee You girl ain't that cla**y Like Drake, just no Degra**i n***as wanna be me, because they can't pa** me (Got Damn!) (Woo) [Chorus: Emmett Wesolowski] Whippin' the Foreign, engine is roarin' Ohh damn I found me a Foreign, I found me a Foreign, yo b**h she boring You know we turnin' up This sh** be loading up I'm pouring Ciroc, I'm rocking the rocks I'm making that cash, making that cash, making that cash I found me a Foreign, I got me a Foreign [Verse 3: Diabetic Carter] You know what it is, you know how it go Driving Foreign whips, with a couple freak hoes Everyday I'm chillin', tryna make a k**in' Mind on the money, yeah we gunnin' for the million Everyday I wake up tryna get the bread Or roll me up a blunt and I take it to the head Drugs keep me high, but I'm tryna stay low Number one rule, we don't f** with 5-0 You know I stay strapped like a f**in' flip flop One shot from the 12, and I'll watch ya head pop Get out my way b**h I'm tryna get paid On a mission for the money I ain't ever gunna stop [Verse 4: Wonka] And he ain't ever gunna stop, till there's not much to cop Yo girl on my jock giving A+ sloppy top (Sloppy!) While I'm sipping on some wop, with hella guap I start up the Foreign, and we head to IHOP [Verse 5: Diabetic Carter] f** all that sober sh**, all of my homies be drinkin' and smokin' I bet that you noticed it And we be too legit, riding around in cars so Foreign can't even pronounce that b**h Imma tell you, like a G told me p**y come, p**y go, gotta keep it lowkey So I'm on this track with my f**in' homies Spittin' 16's while we blowing mad trees Hennessy in my cup, got me turnt up With that peach Ciroc, got me feeling f**ed up Another shot of bean got me walking with the lean I'm the man in the city, everybody know what up [Chorus: Emmett Wesolowski] [Guitar Interlude: Emmett Wesolowski]