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New foreign, Ralph Lauren

Open up like it's purple rain

Purple drank, I got too much paint

Easy bars full of easy slang

Stop by the crib, gotta get me a brick

That I flip from the front and I make up a name

Za, Marcus, Mary Jane

Whatever you call it, I gotta get paid

Drive around in a custom

One of one with a window tint darker than doors

Dumber and dumber you get

The lower your numbers gon' pound at your debt

They want me discovered

They wonder my name

They wonder like, "How a White boy gon' get brain?"

Well, I got the strap

I got the lingo

How you let her in your house, like its bingo, bitch

Had to clap back

Like Eminem, had to relapse

This my third album, not a diss track

But, I can diss you too if you like that

I mean, c'mon

Let's bring it too

If you gotta friend, then bring her too

If I can clap it twice, it'd be a bigger move

For the last time, I'll shoot at you like what?

Drive around in a custom

One of one with a window tint darker than doors

Dumber and dumber you get

The lower your numbers gon' pound at your debt

They want me discovered

They wonder my name

They wonder like, "How a White boy gon' get brain?"

Well, I got the strap

I got the lingo

How you let her in your house, like its bingo, bitch

Drive around in a custom

One of one with a window tint darker than doors

Dumber and dumber you get

The lower your numbers gon' pound at your debt

They want me discovered

They wonder my name

They wonder like, "How a White boy gon' get brain?"

Well, I got the strap

I got the lingo

How you let her in your house, like its bingo, bitch

Bitch

Uh

Like it's bingo bitch

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Shh