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Jace Iayze - Foreigns Lyrics

[Intro]
(TopKid Monopoly)
Ayy, go, bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, we get it goin' (Goin'), he catchin' bullets, Terrell Owens
Jace on the beat, this bih' spicy like onion, the goat, bitch, I'm already knowin' (Bitch)
I don't gotta see you clutchin', I get a lil' nervous, I'm already blowin' (Ayy, bitch)
That pussy she already showin' it (Bitch)
I'm the TopKid, bitch, top of the morning (Ayy)
I know niggas 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 niggas 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 slut that bitch out, so we shoot a lil' porn (Ayy)

[Verse]
Got bored of the Murda, I done flew to New York
Get off the Xan's, then I feel reborn (Ayy)
We ain't showing remorse for no nigga, this real Murda Worth shit, we hop out on any day
Bank take lil' bank, bitch, I got plenty cake
I might pull off with ya ho, make her eat up the dick like a dinner date
I gave her dick, 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 ho look bad and bougie, white ho left off, shameless (Bitch, go)
Don't make me clap that Toolie, bro cook white like Sheamus (Grr, grr)
[Chorus]
Ayy, we get it goin' (Goin'), he catchin' bullets, Terrell Owens
Jace on the beat, this bih' spicy like onion, the goat, bitch, I'm already knowin' (Bitch)
I don't gotta see you clutchin', I get a lil' nervous, I'm already blowin' (Ayy, bitch)
That pussy she already showin' it (Bitch)
I'm the TopKid, bitch, top of the morning (Ayy)
I know niggas 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 niggas 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 slut that bitch out, so we shoot a lil' porn (Ayy)

[Outro]
Flew the New York (Bitch)
Feel reborn (Ayy)
Remorse for no nigga, this real Murda Worth shit, bitc— on any day
I got plenty cake
The dick like a dinner date
Thicker, ain't it?
Up from the picture I painted, bitch