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Foreign 2 Pistols
"Foreign" by 2 Pistols, released in 2008, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of attraction and desire for a romantic partner from a different background. The lyrics convey a sense of adventure and excitement in cross-cultural relationships. Its catchy hook and upbeat production contributed to its popularity, resonating with listeners seeking relatable love stories. The song reflects the blending of diverse influences in hip-hop culture.
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[Intro]
You know how I love money
It's Blood Money, baby
[Chorus]
For-foreign whip, foreign bitch, bl-blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, ri-rich nigga, million dollar shit
For-for-foreign whip, foreign bitch, blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, rich nigga, million dollar shit
What you doin'? Gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
What you doin'? I say I'm gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
[Verse]
My swisher loud and my bitch bad, Columbiana with a thick ass
She ride a nigga like Six Flags, leave the mall with big bags
She a shopaholic, I'm a alcoholic, trap-a-holic, nigga, money callin'
I'm ragged up, jeweled out, baddest out, gold in my mouth
I'm a young nigga gettin' money, since '05, been stuntin'
I beat the pussy, she cummin', roll the blunt of that scumy
Then I'm back to chasin' this money, have-have you seen big face?
I'm lookin' for 'em overseas, and 'cross all fifty states
[Chorus]
For-for-for-foreign whip, foreign bitch, bl-blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, ri-rich nigga, million dollar shit
For-for-foreign whip, foreign bitch, blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, rich nigga, million dollar shit
What you doin'? Gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
What you doin'? I say I'm gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
You know how I love money
It's Blood Money, baby
[Chorus]
For-foreign whip, foreign bitch, bl-blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, ri-rich nigga, million dollar shit
For-for-foreign whip, foreign bitch, blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, rich nigga, million dollar shit
What you doin'? Gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
What you doin'? I say I'm gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
[Verse]
My swisher loud and my bitch bad, Columbiana with a thick ass
She ride a nigga like Six Flags, leave the mall with big bags
She a shopaholic, I'm a alcoholic, trap-a-holic, nigga, money callin'
I'm ragged up, jeweled out, baddest out, gold in my mouth
I'm a young nigga gettin' money, since '05, been stuntin'
I beat the pussy, she cummin', roll the blunt of that scumy
Then I'm back to chasin' this money, have-have you seen big face?
I'm lookin' for 'em overseas, and 'cross all fifty states
[Chorus]
For-for-for-foreign whip, foreign bitch, bl-blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, ri-rich nigga, million dollar shit
For-for-foreign whip, foreign bitch, blowin' on that exotic shit
All my gear be designer, kid, rich nigga, million dollar shit
What you doin'? Gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
What you doin'? I say I'm gettin' to the money
Get-gettin' to the money, and all my bitches love me
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