Big N' Black - Foreign Beggars

My flow’s phenomenal, nigga

Big and black so call me a bondable nigga

When you speaking on

I’m on the tip of your toung

Post it up in the cat cave, stacking my funds

One phone call to my wolves

They put your ass on a stick

I’m in London up in the studio tweaking a mix

Your whole style is bitch, I’m here to switch shit up

Step in the booth, touch the mic

Then watch that bitch lit up

Speaking on me you definitely get your ass hit up

Smack you down to the ground

Now wake your bitch ass up

Got you running telling your frends

That we like, yeah that’s up

You know how we get down

Up in the lab 24/7 perfecting our sound

While you still on the block

Mad hating, fucking around

We getting cake and scratch

You still at your momma’s house kicking bass and raps

So if you curse and talk a lot your face gets smacked

No time along with your girl, what kinda space is that

Need to get your own shit, nigga, face the fact

Let me be right and exact

Fuck all you bootleggers

And with my UK connect

Phat Kat and Foreign Beggars