And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.
Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs
Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands
You got me in a trance, please take off your pants
Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge
That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?
Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done
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