Foreign Exchange Lyrics – ZeeTee
Singer: ZeeTee
Title: Foreign Exchange
What’s wrong with this clown, circus—
Cir-cir-circus, stand-up guy
I call you eddie murphy ‘cah you’re funny as f#ck
‘cah you’re funny as f#ck, cir-cir—, ‘cah you’re funny as f#ck
Cir-cir—, what’s wrong with this clown? circus—
‘cah you’re funny as f#ck
What’s wrong with this clown? circus—
‘cah you’re funny as f#ck, cir-cir—
What’s wrong with this clown? circus—
‘cah you’re funny as f#ck
I got a bad lil’ mil’ from russia, loved by loads
Every time we meet, she loves to pay
I-i don’t think you know ’bout thuggin’ like that
That’s what i call me a foreign exchange
Me and-me and them, we was never the same (we was never the same)
Well, i f#cked off colly for an ot train
In a next mans spot with kelly and kane
I was seventeen wet from a rainy day (yuck)
Pa-pa-packs are bruckin’ down buds
I’ll fly this bag and stuff this tray
Fly this quick, man i love this sh#t
Double this flip and lay in my cakе
I’ll-i’ll don’t give a f#ck ’bout a phone back bro
Pleasе get the f#ck out my fray
And we’re stackin’ up p’s, i don’t give a f#ck ’bout them
But, i want everythin’, please give me my change
I’m madeleine mccann, but the trappy version
’cause i was in o when they thought i went missin’
Easyjet, the way i fly them packets ‘cah we got the cheapest tickets
What’s-what’s wrong with all of these yutes? they’re mental
Toddler syndrome, my n#gg#s be kiddin’ (what’s wrong with the guys?)
Told my mum ”so i’m finna get rich”
Now i won’t stop ’til i make it the richest (no way)
Local vet, 24s i’m open, i took them cats, made me some kittens
How-how you think i got the phone line rippin’
Grouchin’ nitties, but i don’t give no pity (none)
I’m in the trap house, now, n#gg#s can’t stay awake, it’s silly
Run to the money so fast, no patience
Bro, i just pray that a n#gg# ain’t trippin’
What’s-what’s wrong with this clown? circus punk, comedian prick
He never been a stand-up guy
I call you eddie murphy ‘cah you’re funny as f#ck (ha, ha)
What’s-what’s wrong with this clown? circus punk, comedian prick
He never been a stand-up guy (ha, ha)
I got love for bro, sold me a f#cked up pack
Still diced in to rocks, what’s wrong with this don?
Would-would-would’ve it’s {?} kitchen the way i got it all gone
This girl wanna cuff, but i wanna tump
She want me locked with the federal b#tch (f#ck it)
Me and teeway, lilo & stitch (bro)
O hunna, that’s the way that i live
I got a bad lil’ mil’ from russia, loved by loads
Every time we meet, she loves to pay (she loves to pay)
I-i don’t think you know ’bout thuggin’ like that
That’s what i call me a foreign exchange (a foreign exchange)
Me and-me and them, we was never the same
Well, i f#cked off colly for an ot train
In a next mans spot with kelly and kane
I was seventeen wet from a rainy day
I’ll fly this bag and stuff this tray
Fly this quick, man i love this sh#t
Double this flip and lay in my cake (come on)
I’ll-i’ll don’t give a f#ck ’bout a phone back bro
Please get the f#ck out my fray
And we’re stackin’ up p’s, i don’t give a f#ck ’bout them
But, i want everythin’, please give me my change (ayy, gimme that)
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