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country dons - foreign whip (slowed + reverb) BEST VERSION

  / toochill   Lyrics: Pull up in a foreign whip Balling since college, no scholarship I need a nine millimetre with them hollow tips Tryna make em drop like Ziddy on his bottom lip D up in her mouth, make her swallow it They're telling lies on my guys for a following I swear I've just seen - come, we follow him I'm hanging out the window tryna stop him, they ain't bothering [Verse 1] I'm in the whip three deep like it's Migos They talk trap, they ain't ever seen a kilo Big drip on the kid And it's never no less than a thousand grams when I reload And we don't speak on the gang, that's the G code I tap that once then it's adios amigo Jump out gang and you know how we roll I ain't turning on my nigga like Rico Talk trap yeah I've been there and done that And I swear that I'm beefing with Rugrats I call her Karma, the way that she comes back I might beat once but I'll never cuff that Tinted whip, two G's and a bruckback That's feds in the rear, turn left and we duck that Fake love, I can't trust that When it comes to the game I've done nuff laps [Hook] Pull up in a foreign whip Balling since college, no scholarship I need a nine millimetre with them hollow tips Tryna make em drop like Ziddy on his bottom lip D up in her mouth, make her swallow it They're telling lies on my guys for a following I swear I've just seen - come, we follow him I'm hanging out the window tryna stop him, they ain't bothering [Verse 2] £18K on the wrist, nineteen plate on the whip Yeah I really take the piss Fresh Diors when I'm stepping out the crib I could never be a snitch like that 6ix9ine bitch Comfort to sport by the flick of a switch They're stuck on a half while I push out these bricks Got a new tool and it didn't come from Wickes I just got seven but I pushed out six Settle down bigman, you don't want beef My Country Dons really grip on that heat My food be 10/10, you cannot compete They hate but your girl's got our tune on repeat I started a fool but then went to my feet The price of a pack went up on the street I'm out with the opps playing hide and seek A million views but the cats love me [Verse 3] So my opps ain't bad like their girl No cap, you know she's a slapper as well I beat once, if she shows me Chanel Best jump in the trap, I'll show you how to sell Seeing me and she sprays Coco Mademoiselle Wants a quick ting, no bonjour je m'appelle Jump out, watch them all run like gazelles PY got L's, had to get them as well Listen up, free S, he's a well-known lurker Used to push Bobby, got nicked for a Shmurda Opps talk trap, all they are is a burger Probs try creep in your yard for some furniture They say they know me, bro I've never heard of you And man know we get it popping in suburbia Cartel turn them yutes into a hurdler Pray you don't slip, broski's tryna murder you [Hook] Pull up in a foreign whip Balling since college, no scholarship I need a nine millimetre with them hollow tips Tryna make em drop like Ziddy and his bottom lip D up in her mouth, make her swallow it They're telling lies on my guys for a following I swear I've just seen - come, we follow him I'm hanging out the window tryna stop him, they ain't bothering   / toochill   #slowedmusic #slowedreverb #countrydons