- Lil Tecca Foreign 歌詞
- Lil Tecca
- [Intro]
Census, what you cookin?
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said, 'Tecca, pull up on me'
She on read, she don't even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friend
Toast up if you pourin it, toast up if you scorin it
For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You don't really gotta cry, lil bitch, for real
Put my ice on, give me confidence, for real (For real)
Made lots of income, got me comin out my deals (Yes sir)
Dont wanna hear you complain if you aint payin no bills
Dont let them take your spot, theres a lot of girls that will
Tell me your secrets on molly
Racks in my pocket, like Polly
All the shit you be starting to bother me
Am I coming back, I don't know probably
When she naggin', I dont give my ear
Shorty start crying as if I care
Truth be told she ain't goin no where
These bitches werent there when I came up
Shorty want me cause I'm famous
My crib full of lions, cant tame us
She go down at the party, cant blame us
Midnight slidin on an opp block
Chops make them dance, make them pop lock
Bought it in cash when my card dropped
I got some shit make your jaw lock
Foreign baddies on me, shawty said, 'Tecca, pull up on me'
She on read, she dont even know me, give me head
You could slide up on me, bring your friend
Toast up if you pourin it, toast up if you scorin it
For real, youneed to pour up to get your confidence, for real
She need to purify her mindset, yeah
You dont really gotta cry, lil bitch, for real
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