foreigns - iayze lyrics
[intro]
(topkid monopoly)
ay, go b*tch
[chorus]
ay, we get it goin’ (goin’)
he catching bullets, terrell owens
jace on da beat, this bih’ spicy like onion
the goat b*tch, i’m already knowin’ (b*tch)
i don’t gotta see you clutching, i get a lil’ nervous i’m already blowing (ay) (b*tch)
that p*ssy she already showin’ (b*tch)
i’m the topkid, b*tch’ top of the morning (aye)
i know n*ggas that hop out a rental or stolo
but quick to hop out of the foreign
top kid be in demand, okay i’m tourin’
some of you n*ggas switch, okay i’m torn
i got some drip, that i ain’t even worn
i got some drip, that you can’t even afford
i’m the topkid monopoly, need me i’m for it
finna sl*t that b*tch out, so we shoot a lil’ p*rn (aye)
[verse]
got bored of the murda, i done flew to new york
get off the xan’s then i feel reborn (aye)
we ain’t showing remorse for no n*gga
this real murda worth sh*t, we hop out on any day
[?] lil’ bank b*tch, i got plenty k
i might pull off with ya hoe
make her eat up the d*ck, like a dinner date
i gave her d*ck, she got thicker ain’t it?
i done went up for the picture i painted
308 choppa bullets, leave ’em fainted
he ain’t have a brain when they found him, he nameless
thick hoe, look bad and boujee
white hoe left off, shameless (b*tch, go)
don’t make me clap that toolie
bro cook white like [?] (uh, uh)
[chorus]
ay, we get it goin’ (goin’)
he catching bullets, terrell owens
jace on da beat, this bih’ spicy like onion
the goat b*tch, i’m already knowin’ (b*tch)
i don’t gotta see you clutching, i get a lil’ nervous i’m already blowing (ay) (b*tch)
that p*ssy she already showin’ (b*tch)
i’m the topkid, b*tch’ top of the morning (aye)
i know n*ggas that hop out a rental or stolo
but quick to hop out of the foreign
top kid be in demand, okay i’m tourin’
some of you n*ggas switch, okay i’m torn
i got some drip, that i ain’t even worn
i got some drip, that you can’t even afford
i’m the topkid monopoly, need me i’m for it
finna sl*t that b*tch out, so we shoot a lil’ p*rn (aye)
[outro]
for the new york (b*tch)
feel reborn (aye)
remorse for no n*gga, this real murda worth sh*t (bitc*)
on any day
i got plenty k
the d*ck like a dinner date
[you know she?], [p*ssy raining?]
i’m from the picture i painted (b*tch)
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