Foreign Whips Lyrics

Foreign whips when we swerve in

Bad thing yeah she's German

Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning

Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning

Foreign whips when we swerve in

Bad thing yeah she's German

Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning

Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning

Gear box slip six speed Trip tronic

My brother moving fast like Sonic

Fast like Sonic

Find me chilling in Armani maybe puma

Up in the Stars lunar

Yeah I should of done this rap thing sooner

But I was busy on the roads making mula

Yeah I got the shit to set your mind free spit bars that would make your mind freeze you ain't smoking none of my tree's

Vacuum pack Cali no cheese

Yeah I'm chilling with the boys yeah the Broski's

Remember days on the road with my lonelys

I was tryna make some money in the cold g

Now she calling up my phone like she know me

I want a straight sex thing no huuhh

Yeah she love it like this how I hit it like that

How she winding them hips ohh how she shake that back

How she licking them lips

Ohh how she do it like that

How she do it like that

Hey Bricko where you get a flow like that

How you making all that money on the roads like that

Been a long time since iv seen a face like that

When you get my messages won't you call me back

Hey Bricko where you get a flow like that

How you making all that money on the roads like that

Been a long time since iv seen a face like that

When you get my messages won't you call me back

Gear box slip six speed trip tronic

My brother moving fast like Sonic

Fast like Sonic

Yeah my pain runs deep and I know the pain will feel this

I remember day's on my ones I was tryna get a meal quick belly fully of hunger man I start moving real sick

Young kid on my own

young kid without a homs

Daddy in the ground yeah this kid was all alone

But now this kid is a man

And I'm back for my own they like who's that knocking yeah it's Bricko for his throne

Boy mash up these beats while I spit through the dome

Still make a killing in my seat from my mobile phone

They never seen an Irish brother with a flow like this

You ain't been through the shit try spend a day in my kicks

Had to move them packs gymnast doing back flips

Cute thing mad tan and she teaching me mad tricks

I got your wifey on my snaps and she sending me mad pics

Foreign whips when we swerve in

Bad thing yeah she's German

Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning

Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning

Foreign whips when we swerve in

Bad thing yeah she's German

Cute thing in the back yeah she's learning

Gear box slip yeah it's rubber that we burning

Gear box slip six speed Trip tronic

My brother moving fast like Sonic

Fast like Sonic

Money yeah let me get that

Flow yeah let me check that

Man im running through all these set backs

Me and my brothers we been struggling since wy back

Now my finger sore from counting all these bread stacks

Came way to far to be turning back

Remember nights i used to sleep on the stairs in the flat's

Banging out grub for the cash

See the blue lights flashing

Me and my brothers get the cash in

Push bike pedaling

Moving weight we were pebbeling

Blast your speaker's to this shit

Feel the base and the treble then

Roll a spliff to this

And pour some drink for the loved ones that be missing this

Irelands fucking finest

Brick music

You know whats happening