Fivio Foreign Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Uh, on fire you know we on fire !
If ya name ain't Tory
Why the fuck Are you in my fucking Lane?
Niggas telling fables
But the stories never sound the same
And haters going to hate
It's like
That shit just lingers in the Brain
An I got no time to point fingers dog
I rather send a flame uh, uh
How can you judge me
When you sin the same?
How can you love me
If you still bring me pain?
If I don't give …
You throw me shame
Money the root of evil,
And damn …I got sinners name (rich)
How we a power couple baby
If we both feel estranged.
I could throw shots, baby
I could throw change
When this dope drop
The whole block on flame
Gotta flip it like Tetris boo
That's a whole gain
And when I take her to the jeweler
Say she wants a big chain
In the trap standing on the couches
Like I'm Rick James
So don't try my clique
You'll die and shit
Ima spit flames
After the hit, pull up to my bitch
And yeah we lui kang
I was in my foreign
Like I'm fivio
And my story won't change !
My, My bitch is a stallion
I can't take her to no party
Gotta bring the drake
And if I do
It might get naughty
Uh
Dancing with my tool
It's like I'm dancing with my Shortii
And if you touch a hair up on my
Bitch ...
This house you might get Slaughtered in ! (21)
She got a license to kill,
Not a license for arguing
She like catching thrills off the pills
So I bought her some
She don't want a house on the hill
Or a spouse tell her chill
She a soldier
She belong in the field
What's the deal
Can I keep it real
I might kill for that Pussy
Rip emmit till
She won't expose none of my flaws
Everything is locked, concealed
Like this 40 that I palm
Shortie solid as this Steele
How you feel?
Money blowing like the wind
I can't lose
If I win
I took that bruise to the chin
But it healed
And I'm still standing on ten
Don't need confusion again
Or I got shooters to send
Buddy Hield
Tell little buddy yield
Or shots run out
He'll turn runner
This ain't track and field
I'm just trying to stack the cheddar Trying to get A Mil (meal)
On the road to riches,
And I hope that
Jesus take the wheel
I could throw shots, baby
Or I could throw change
When this dope drop
The whole block on flame
Gotta flip it like Tetris boo
That's a whole gain
And when I take her to the jeweler
Say she wants a big chain
In the trap standing on the couches
Like I'm Rick James
So don't try my clique
You'll die and shit
Ima spit flames
After the hit, pull up to my bitch
And yeah
We lui kang
I was in my foreign
Like I'm fivio
And my story won't change!
How you feel?
Money blowing like the wind
I can't lose if I win
I took that bruise to the chin
But it healed
And I'm still standing on ten
Don't need confusion again
Or I got shooters to send
Buddy Hield
Haha
I could throw shots, baby
Or I could throw change
When this dope drop
The whole block on flame
Gotta flip it like Tetris boo
That's a whole gain
And when I take her to the jeweler
Say she wants a big chain
In the trap standing on the couches
Like I'm Rick James
So don't try my clique
You'll die and shit
Ima spit flames
After the hit, pull up to my bitch
And yeah we lui kang
I was in my foreign
Like I'm fivio
And my story won't change!