Pop-A-Lot - Flyin Foreigns Songtexte

Nigga ask me "What UP"
Ticket on dat loud
This that Pop-A-Lot shit bitch turn that up louder
We was caine movin, Now we flyin in them foreigns nigga

650 for the whole thang
If you want it nigga better come and get it
Meet me at the walmart on jefferson right next door to the thrift inn
All I do is get it in
It was him and his friend
"You got 2 zips?"
YESSSS
Served him and his man and I left
Blue dolphin's Flipper
Ballin Like The Clipper's
TrapHouse Digital We Are them Niggas
Got Traphouse on Traphouse
My Bank account get bigger
Choppers on Deck, Dont make me pull the Trigger
Work off White, mayonnaise
This Polo feelin Handmade
Hennessy and champagne
The City down wit my campaign
Next thing you know im ridin down 3-6
In A V-12, No it's not A V-6
All the hoes on my Penis
Its like A movie you gotta see this
Free Twain Gotti and G Son
Im trappin till the police come
Hit my cellie if you need somethin
I DOA white sheet em
Swervin thru the city everybody know my name
Pop-A-Lot Hussien
Ballin, But it ain't A Game.
Noooooooooooooo

Chorus

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks
Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck
I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect
Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back

Trap jumpin like Jordan
Pass Of like Magic
Ballin like Bird did

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga
No exchange students

Verse 2

They said im not A star
Gotta foreign Broad
In A foreign Car
That Dessert eagle Go "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM"
That bitch be my body guard
Laughing all the way to the bank
Like HeHe Hardy har
Buncha Soft niggas thet ain't hardly hard
The Whip topless like this Mardi Gras
Gotta Bad bitch named Molly
French accient bon voyage
And she pop that Molly
She turn up and she party hard.
She Gotta friend named Connie
Be Like "Pop-A-Lot ohhhh My GOD
I GOT ALL YOUR TAPES YOUR FLOW GO SO HARD"
Next thing you know she wanna blow the whole squad
Im ridin round town in A Chevy servin Hemi
Im tryna turn this Chevy into A Lamborghini
Niggas know your boy pack heat like A sauna
And I be in the city any hood that I wanna
Everybody know Pop-A-Lot Retarded
Gotta trunk fulla stinky smell like I farted
All the bad bitches in the hood wanna holla
Smokin Narcotics Nigga Money I got it
Shawty please believe me
This Trappin shit ain't easy
You won't eat if you ain't hungry, You get Captured if your Greedy
Im the MVP im just tryna Score
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Feds Kickin in the Door.....

Chorus

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks
Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck
I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect
Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back

Trap jumpin like Jordan
Pass Of like Magic
Ballin like Bird did

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga
No exchange students

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks
Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck
I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect
Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back

Trap jumpin like Jordan
Pass Of like Magic
Ballin like Bird did

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga
No exchange students
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