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foreign exchange - zeetee lyrics

[intro]
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
[chorus]
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

[verse]
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*ggas 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*ggas can’t stay awake, it’s silly
run to the money so fast, no patience
bro, i just pray that a n*gga ain’t trippin’
what’s*what’s wrong with this clown? circus punk, comedian pr*ck
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 pr*ck
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
[chorus]
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)

- zeetee lyrics

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