Foreign Shit

By Waka Flocka Flame

Released on May 1, 2012

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[Intro]

Special delivery! Squad!

Salute!

If you real then I salute you!

As I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death

I shall fear no evil (Squad!)


[Verse 1]

Chilling in France, smoking AK-47

Run up on my whip, then it's AK-47

9-2 Westside, 7-8 the best side

West up or vest up, shooting from the neck up

Two french vanilla blunts and two french freaks

Big H belt, Hermes's ain't cheap

Industry nigga, bitch nigga, I'm from the streets

Raised from the gutta

Raised up selling crack, smoking weed and popping pills

Rob anything, bitch nigga, I gotta eat

Switch the subject, riding far, foreign Glock, foreign bitch

Getting foreign top on my foreign shit (Flocka!)

Nigga this the life, flew nine hours just to drink pure Cognac

I'm partying, popping mollys and drinking like a rockstar

Local-ass rappers, I'm a world star

V.I.P. club, that's a World Bar (Squad!)


[Hook]

That's the kinda music here you dance to (Squad!)

Animal Sounds party, bring your friends thru (Squad!)

Counting grams to (Squad!) Pop bottles to (Squad!)

Northside, Southside, Eastside, come thru (Squad!)


[Verse 2]

Put two thousand in the Louis store, boy I'm splurging

Down South France, showing my ass in public

I ain't never pulled down my pants

Damn, Waka Flocka Flame

College girls on me, chilling on the yacht

Drinking champagne, bumping Lil Wayne

Throwing 500 dollar bills, Purple Rain

Laughing at these haters, mane

Goddamn, these women make me wanna move to Paris

I go hard, like Cialis

Rappers do what I say, they my Paris

Any price I can match it (Flocka!)

Boom-boom, big stomache, Porcupine

Drinking red wine, flatline

Anyone of yours talking 'bout taking anyone of mine?

Grind, 365, shorty I'mma shine


[Hook]

That's the kinda music here you dance to (Squad!)

Animal Sounds party, bring your friends thru (Squad!)

Counting grams to (Squad!) Pop bottles to (Squad!)

Northside, Southside, Eastside, come thru (Squad!)


[Outro]

Flocka, Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka

Ay man I'm like the Dre head Booba, man: straight up, man

Clear the lane man. You blocking the lane, man. I go hard in the paint, man

Shouts out to the whole France, man: East side, West side, North side, South side

Squaaaaad! Animal Sounds, nigga. Squaaaad! Flocka!