Yea
Yea
No other option
Yea
Yea
No other option
Yea
Yea
Here's to the coldest of winters
Here's to the nights with no dinner
See I never trip on them L's
Got me the stripes of a winner
Now I got to buss down the rolie
For the nights I was riding with Yogi
See I never forget what he told me
He said always remember the old me
Back when a nigga was lacking
And all I had was my passion
Just a young hopeless romantic
But lately been feeling to savage
So I got to buss down the patek
Been cooking so long in the addik
I was so hungry I'd panic
So Now bitch I need me a phantom
In the crib I need marble and granite
To the people who took me for granted
I been eating now but I been famished
Wasn't for that one pot on the stove
To the nights I ain't have me no gas
Had to put that one pot on them coals
Always knew I was destined for greatness
Put me up with the Kendrick's and Cole's
Woah
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a niggas was touring
Need me a bag, nothing less than a fortune
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a nigga was touring
Need me a bag
They do not say what they mean
They do not say what they mean
Nor do they mean what they say
Me I just cannot relate
I spend my nights and days on my grind, I'm out here just tryna get paid
Woah
I keep my eye on the prize
Yea
I see you snakes in disguise
Woah
I'm always chasing the high
Aye
Eyes in the back of my soul
Woah
Roll up in the back of the ride
Yea
Got me as high as a drone
Aye
Couldn't be me even if they movie about me and gave you the role
Shit
I am the star of the show
Woah
I got a lot on the go
Yea
Kill them with kindness, you should just call me your highness
Rocking the finest, i never needed no stylist
Watch them all lost in the sauce as they chasing designer
And chasing vagina
It's just a reminder
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a niggas was touring
Need me a bag, nothing less than a fortune
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a nigga was touring
Need me a bag
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Kayo - Foreign Lyrics
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Yea
Yea
No other option
Yea
Yea
No other option
Yea
Yea
Here's to the coldest of winters
Here's to the nights with no dinner
See I never trip on them L's
Got me the stripes of a winner
Now I got to buss down the rolie
For the nights I was riding with Yogi
See I never forget what he told me
He said always remember the old me
Back when a nigga was lacking
And all I had was my passion
Just a young hopeless romantic
But lately been feeling to savage
So I got to buss down the patek
Been cooking so long in the addik
I was so hungry I'd panic
So Now bitch I need me a phantom
In the crib I need marble and granite
To the people who took me for granted
I been eating now but I been famished
Wasn't for that one pot on the stove
To the nights I ain't have me no gas
Had to put that one pot on them coals
Always knew I was destined for greatness
Put me up with the Kendrick's and Cole's
Woah
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a niggas was touring
Need me a bag, nothing less than a fortune
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a nigga was touring
Need me a bag
They do not say what they mean
They do not say what they mean
Nor do they mean what they say
Me I just cannot relate
I spend my nights and days on my grind, I'm out here just tryna get paid
Woah
I keep my eye on the prize
Yea
I see you snakes in disguise
Woah
I'm always chasing the high
Aye
Eyes in the back of my soul
Woah
Roll up in the back of the ride
Yea
Got me as high as a drone
Aye
Couldn't be me even if they movie about me and gave you the role
Shit
I am the star of the show
Woah
I got a lot on the go
Yea
Kill them with kindness, you should just call me your highness
Rocking the finest, i never needed no stylist
Watch them all lost in the sauce as they chasing designer
And chasing vagina
It's just a reminder
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a niggas was touring
Need me a bag, nothing less than a fortune
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a nigga was touring
Need me a bag
Yea
No other option
Yea
Yea
No other option
Yea
Yea
Here's to the coldest of winters
Here's to the nights with no dinner
See I never trip on them L's
Got me the stripes of a winner
Now I got to buss down the rolie
For the nights I was riding with Yogi
See I never forget what he told me
He said always remember the old me
Back when a nigga was lacking
And all I had was my passion
Just a young hopeless romantic
But lately been feeling to savage
So I got to buss down the patek
Been cooking so long in the addik
I was so hungry I'd panic
So Now bitch I need me a phantom
In the crib I need marble and granite
To the people who took me for granted
I been eating now but I been famished
Wasn't for that one pot on the stove
To the nights I ain't have me no gas
Had to put that one pot on them coals
Always knew I was destined for greatness
Put me up with the Kendrick's and Cole's
Woah
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a niggas was touring
Need me a bag, nothing less than a fortune
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a nigga was touring
Need me a bag
They do not say what they mean
They do not say what they mean
Nor do they mean what they say
Me I just cannot relate
I spend my nights and days on my grind, I'm out here just tryna get paid
Woah
I keep my eye on the prize
Yea
I see you snakes in disguise
Woah
I'm always chasing the high
Aye
Eyes in the back of my soul
Woah
Roll up in the back of the ride
Yea
Got me as high as a drone
Aye
Couldn't be me even if they movie about me and gave you the role
Shit
I am the star of the show
Woah
I got a lot on the go
Yea
Kill them with kindness, you should just call me your highness
Rocking the finest, i never needed no stylist
Watch them all lost in the sauce as they chasing designer
And chasing vagina
It's just a reminder
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a niggas was touring
Need me a bag, nothing less than a fortune
Yea
I need me a foreign for all of the times that they treated me foreign
Sleeping on floors while a nigga was touring
Need me a bag
Writer: Filbert Salton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid