Meek Mill

Letra de Foreigners (feat Fabolous and Mike Davis)

Letras de Meek Mill

"Foreigners (feat Fabolous and Mike Davis)"

The family, D.C
(A-a-ain't nobody gon' say nothin' about me)
Yah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Mike Davis]
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (about me)
A hater can't never say nothin around me (around me)
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (about me)
Niggas be drivin foreign through ya county (ERRT~!)
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (what they gon' say?)
A hater can't never say nothin around me (what they gon' say?)
Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (said what they gon' say?)
All I keep is them foreign girls around me

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yeah, yeah...
When a hater talk (what they talkin), that's a foreign language (what, what)
When the money talks (uh huh), now it's more my language (what's up)
Yea we ridin dirty (ridin dirty), but the 40 stainless (bang bang)
I let you niggas tell it (but what), but the story always changes (like what)
Like once upon a time, in that 458 wit Prime (woo)
Might of been that four door with Sue (woo)
Or was that Web's CL coupe (woo)
It coulda been Ocean in the Aston (uh huh)
Or Ruggs Beamer gassin (uh huh)
I know them cars is foreign in the stable (I know)
Them girls is foreign at the table (I know)
Them Russian girls so cold (so cold)
Them Italian chicks was mobbin (they mobbin)
Them Spanish mami's loco (she cray)
East Africans a problem, man
Ya wan-na live ma life style
Can't, tell if, I should, get it, plain or, iced out (woo!) ow!


[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Can't name a drug that I ain't sell
Court cases I ain't tell
I carried home, I got rich
They still hatin I ain't fail
So it's fuck niggas (fuck em), fuck niggas (fuck em)
Don't run up on me you ain't 12
And if you is pull yo badge out
These hittas wit me, can't tell (BLAOW!)
A hater can't say nothin bout me (bout me)
North side of Philly they found me (found me)
Gun on my hip I'm still reppin it cause wit the same couple niggas around me (around me)
Mac wit a drum and it round me (round me)
Keep these fuck niggas from round me (round me)
Cause niggas gone talk like they hoes
And half of my homies done turned to my foes

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hold up!
Had to put chrome on these Rolls (WHOA)
Had to put stones on these Rolls (WHOA)
Had to stay down for my niggas (WHOA)
Had to put on for these hoes (WHOA)
Y'all wan-na live ma life style (woo)
Send a, jet, bitch, we ain't, bookin, flights, now, now (woo!)


[Bridge: Mike Davis]
Y'all wanna live my life stlye
Never seen a foreign, never seen her ass out
Never seen so many niggas throwin cash out
All my niggas driving foreigns so we spazzed out


[Outro: Omelly]
Yeah, nigga
Fuck this niggas gon' say? We been through yo town
10 niggas, 60 chains on nigga
Big shit with us, big Benzo machine guns
We do what the fuck we want, nigga
We come through yo city nigga, with all yo bitches, nigga
Livin this life, Dreamchasers, some of the youngest flyest niggas in the world, nigga
We do what we want in these streets, nigga
Fuckin the bitches you fiend about nigga, throwing the money you dream about nigga