One in a MillionForeign Fridays by Tyler Thomas Lyrics
[Intro 2x]
Get a little bit
Get a little bit
Get a little bit
Get a little bit
[Verse 1: Tyler Thomas]
Foreign Ty, coming live, from the side
Where them niggas throw their hands up high
And them Hoes know the deal, when them niggas getting killed
So they only show up just to stand up at the [?]
Never show out, dressed to impressed cause she heard from a girl wearing more equals less
Short little dress, tissue you in the breast
Take a couple shots shots she be easing up the stress
Man it's crazy I'm half way broke in this shitty ass whip
And it goes real slow when the transmisson slip
But I whip real tough, I ain't ever really trip
Cause I never though that I would be defined by this shit
Am I different? Hell no, I'd be tricking off money if I did but I don't
After doing everything she said that she want
So I tell her no need for the games girl we gone but I go here
Sit back relax I take care of it, meet me round twelve at the Mariott
Ride my dick like a chariot,eating pussy licking like I'm speaking Arabic
Ooh I'm crazy, oh I'm nasty, what I'm thinking? Please don't ask me
This ain't that girl, we just chilling
I hate girlfriends and I hate children
So I be off be off, see all be all
They heard before, no need for more
I want this dough, that come before all of these hoes, this how it goes
I ain't got time for the cheap talk
Trying to leave a print in the ground never we walked
Started from the floor like a fatty on a see-saw
Now I'm getting love from the crowd like a beach ball
Hard for me to see y'all, I'm so focused
Throwing dirt at me and it's hard for me to notice
Tell me that some haters saying that I'm about to blow this
Somebody had to tell me for me to even notice
Man I do me, I do me, I'm a do her, she looking for the D
Got a home girl coming through with the tree
Got her friend too then I gotta' do three
Then I'm dead then I'm off in the streets with sweet in my system
High so it seems like the lights all glisten
Bumping the true, calling the crew
What's the plot for the night? What we getting in to?
Man I'm turnt up, weed loud, lil drunk so feet don't fail me now
I'm a foreigner, give these fake rap niggas to the coroner then I [?]
Get a little bit
Get a little bit
Get a little bit
Get a little bit
[Verse 1: Tyler Thomas]
Foreign Ty, coming live, from the side
Where them niggas throw their hands up high
And them Hoes know the deal, when them niggas getting killed
So they only show up just to stand up at the [?]
Never show out, dressed to impressed cause she heard from a girl wearing more equals less
Short little dress, tissue you in the breast
Take a couple shots shots she be easing up the stress
Man it's crazy I'm half way broke in this shitty ass whip
And it goes real slow when the transmisson slip
But I whip real tough, I ain't ever really trip
Cause I never though that I would be defined by this shit
Am I different? Hell no, I'd be tricking off money if I did but I don't
After doing everything she said that she want
So I tell her no need for the games girl we gone but I go here
Sit back relax I take care of it, meet me round twelve at the Mariott
Ride my dick like a chariot,eating pussy licking like I'm speaking Arabic
Ooh I'm crazy, oh I'm nasty, what I'm thinking? Please don't ask me
This ain't that girl, we just chilling
I hate girlfriends and I hate children
So I be off be off, see all be all
They heard before, no need for more
I want this dough, that come before all of these hoes, this how it goes
I ain't got time for the cheap talk
Trying to leave a print in the ground never we walked
Started from the floor like a fatty on a see-saw
Now I'm getting love from the crowd like a beach ball
Hard for me to see y'all, I'm so focused
Throwing dirt at me and it's hard for me to notice
Tell me that some haters saying that I'm about to blow this
Somebody had to tell me for me to even notice
Man I do me, I do me, I'm a do her, she looking for the D
Got a home girl coming through with the tree
Got her friend too then I gotta' do three
Then I'm dead then I'm off in the streets with sweet in my system
High so it seems like the lights all glisten
Bumping the true, calling the crew
What's the plot for the night? What we getting in to?
Man I'm turnt up, weed loud, lil drunk so feet don't fail me now
I'm a foreigner, give these fake rap niggas to the coroner then I [?]