Showkey - Kway lyrics

Intro: (Hahahahahaha)Penhouse! (We are blud clad) Got a message for you b**h In a foreign wit' the wat? In a foreign wit' the wat? In a foreign wit' the wat? (Verse 1: Showkey) In a foreign wit' a wesson Ought to teach man a lesson Them boyz, there man salty Better mind they don't get peppered Don't really care what you reckon I do not care for your bredrins Pause,(Wait), let a lil' n***a die for a second (Verse 2: Showkey) Kinda came through the door t'you And left wit' a stoney but he didn't leave wit' a rolly Oh that's his wifey she kinda like me But she's going home wit' my homie That n***as my goldie, yh he's my broski Trust me things will get smokey Claim that he own me i don't know my man But he must know showkey (Yh) (Verse 3: Showkey) Money march in Giuseppe An' i caught frostbite in bolensie (Bolensie) They say that I ball like Messi no, no no My balls on your girl like spaghetti bro Got a salt on your block, that's a shop for the dots That's a shop for the rocks wit' a pop An' your wife she a fop, i don't co - op But she ain't talking no op She ain't talking no slop then I don't give a f** She better come out of this op My grip on the mop I don't talk to no cops And i could never f** wit' a op (Verse 4 : Showkey) She wants to f** wit' a n***a that's 814, Im like say no more (Say no more) He thought he was bad so he ate that corn Now he can't say no more (Bow) Them days it was No lay lay play play But i ain't tryna' play no more (Bow) Your boyfriend can't dab like me, why do you rate him for? Why do you rate him for, why do you rate him for yh (AY,AY,AY,)