10kDunkin - FOREIGN NOTTA FORD lyrics

[10kDunkin - FOREIGN NOTTA FORD lyrics]

Real Rx real Rx
Bitch call my phone, I don't
Got time for it, yeah
Bitch call my phone, I don't got time for it
(Ladies and gentlemen, my main man, Jaimoe)

Bitch be callin' my phone
I don't got time for it
Dope boy Jabos these ain't no Tom Fords
This a foreign, this is not a Ford
I'm high as fuck, it's hard to record
Wet bitch on me Jersey Shore
Crack a pint, lil' Papi score
We state to state, they think we on tour
The stick with the Glock
I'll take either or
Bad bitch look like Rita Ora

She like "Papi, what you speedin' for?"
Wide body 'Cat, I leave a forеign
Doors locked, call me in the mornin'
Damn, I hеard them niggas snorin'
How the hell you sleepin' on us?

I put it in sport that bitch start goin'
The drum on the Glock now
It won't stop blowin'
I don't never measure the pint, just pour it
Callin' me back to back, it's annoyin'
Not all fun, the perc', can't avoid it
Clutchin' my stick, got paranoia
My sweatpants Paranoia

Back to back foreigns, we movin' forward
I need them racks first
Before movin' forward
Shoot that Glock, it's easy like a floater
I'm on beans, bitch, know I'm rollin'
I'm 82Trey bitch, I'm not Rolling
I'm with 10K bitch, got 10K on me
Hit the gas in the 'Cat
I'ma put it in motion
We walk in that bitch, cause all a commotion
Make 'em disappear, Hocus Pocus
The racks gon' come when you stay focused
Got a bitch, pull up in a Ford Focus
Grabbin' my Glock, she invite me over
No time to make love, I'm bendin' her over
I gotta go, the money callin'
Dope so good, got junkies crawlin'

I'm Real Rx, I beg your pardon
I'm SOS, don't get me started
Show up late to every party
With them shooters, they ain't
Tryna rob everybody
Geeked, fucked up, I be outta my body
Bitty lil bitch back in on a Oxy
They say "Papi, you way too toxic"
Backwood filled with deadly toxins (Real Rx)
I know they heard 'cause
They all be watchin'
I'm Real Rx, not a carbon copy
Drop the top on the car
Tryna get her to top me with me
Bitch, I keep that Glock with me
All 'bout them 20s, 100s and 50s
I'm all the way in, can't be fifty-fifty
I hop in the coupe and count up, I get it
I step on the gas, you know I'ma hit it

Bitch be callin' my phone
I don't got time for it
Dope boy Jabos these ain't no Tom Fords
This a foreign, this is not a Ford
I'm high as fuck, it's hard to record
Wet bitch on me Jersey Shore
Crack a pint, lil' Papi score
We state to state, they think we on tour
The stick with the Glock
I'll take either or
Bad bitch look like Rita Ora
She like "Papi, what you speedin' for?"
Wide body 'Cat, I leave a foreign
Doors locked, call me in the mornin'
Damn, I heard them niggas snorin'
How the hell you sleepin' on us?

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