I got a little foreign
Don’t worry what cost me
Ima do a hunnet for the thrill
I got a little foreign
And she real real bossy
Think I’m boutta tell her how I feel
I just blew a hunnet
Let a nigga try to cross me
My shooters gone be aiming for the kill
If you ever try to touch the money or the family
Then you gonna feel just how I feel
X2
I had his little shorty
Doing real Chris Paul things
He knew that I was coming for the steal
She was slaying on her nigga
Doing real big boss things
She told him deuces
Told em it was real
You the Jaden
I’m the Will
You be taking all the pills
I be making all the deals
My shorty gimme all the feels
She get me horny
Gimme chills
I’m a big and you lil nigga
It’s too many niggas out here claiming they a real nigga
It’s a lot niggas running back that wasn’t in the field wimme
I got a shorty
But she don’t know how to deal wimme
You givin lectures bout sumn
You gimme stress when bussin
Ya sexin second to nothin
A couple seconds I’m nuttin
But even textin
We cussin
She think I been up to something
When I ain’t been up in nothin
She said she never can trust me
And that’s the end of discussion
So I just flex when I wanna
Have one hell of a summer
And not gone tell you that I ...
I got a little foreign
Don’t worry what cost me
Ima do a hunnet for the thrill
I got a little foreign
And she real real bossy
Think I’m boutta tell her how I feel
I just blew a hunnet
Let a nigga try to cross me
My shooters gone be aiming for the kill
If you ever try to touch the money or the family
Then you gonna feel just how I feel
Smokin dope everyday
I been out of my brain
Got me looking at the world sideways
Yeah my eyes so low
All I got is my soul
Like who can I trust nowadays
Just a lone wolf thuggin
Red eyes gold sluggin
Chains swinging from a young nigga neck
Still motherfuck the law
Being black so hard
Nigga I ain’t trynna live check to check
Still living half dead
So much pain on me
Still stuck in my head to the grave homie
Got some niggas doing time in the states homie
I pray I pray I pray for them
Watch the niggas that be smiling in your face
Why the world gotta be so fake
Why my mind gotta be so awake
I just wanna fly away and escape
These bitches can’t break my heart nah
These bitches can’t break my heart nah
Hell no man a nigga too smart
Bitch I been peeped game from the start
Why you think I started ducking all your calls
I’m too focused now a nigga gotta ball
Niggas nowhere to be found when you fall
Now they crawling back around when you on
I got a little foreign
Don’t worry what cost me
Ima do a hunnet for the thrill
I got a little foreign
And she real real bossy
Think I’m boutta tell her how I feel
I just blew a hunnet
Let a nigga try to cross me
My shooters gone be aiming for the kill
If you ever try to touch the money or the family
Then you gonna feel just how I feel
How I Feel was written by 22 Cupid.