THE DM SZN - Foreign Lyrics

I'm sure you know 'bout my reputation
That S.Y.M.F. with the cash flow
No other replacement (uh)
This the sound you asked for
Ain't this my greatest, though?
Tainted women on telephones, oh
You gon' do whatever I say

Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no

Yes I heard 'bout your reputation
But you ain't heard nothing bout mine
See the things that you complicating
You just wasting all of my time, babe
See I've been searching for you night and day
But if we do it gotta do my way
I ain't the type of girl to play it safe
So if you want it come and get it
Don't keep asking for no favours
Too many times
Too many times baby I've been left broken
Too many times
Too many times baby I've been left open, oh
No I've never tasted foreign, babe
But you ain't never get another like me
So baby Imma make you beg for it
Imma make you work for it

Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no

I be posted up in the club
Damn near looking like a Cadbury bar
Purple bomber on my back
Three stripes looking like a racing car (skrt)
Now I'm on some 'once you go black, you never go back' type shit
This ninja be scoping the chicks
Looking for a bird that's sick
And is gonna sit in my whip
Now we kickin' it and I turn to say
'Yo girl, I don't play', like rap caviar
We can do it all night so then all day
I'll be running through your mind like Black Caviar
You'll like this brand of hot chocolate
'Cause I'm packing heat under the froth, blow it off
Let's make this car steam as you scream for more

Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no

Oi, looking schmick in that suit and tie
Picture that, brown excellence (picture that brown excellence)
And I'm the type to f*cking treat you right
You know that brown benevolence (you know what it is)
Like you my queen, you queen and they all know
(And they all know, and they all know, and they all know)
That's crown prevalence
And I'm the king of the king of the bars right here (right here)
That's brown relevance (oi)
Kick it with your boy I got the shisha
I stay clean but for you I roll that reefer
None for me though, I'm the plug the type you need to have
To Rock the Boat, Back and Forth like Aaliyah
'Bout to write a Four Page Letter for your ass too
Girl who asked you to be this fine
Brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin
Wow I do shots down wine
Grab you by the waist, bump and grind, spin you 'round I
Heard you got a man and normally I ain't cool with this
But I see you looking at me like, 'who is this?'
And your man gotta go
Either fade or I'ma make like Columbus and take what his
I'm on that A-list shit
Make you feel like you would pay for dick
Straight bang her like I'm made of hits
I pray an angel like you would slay a way that you do
And come through for that foreign
Get a taste of this
Yeah

Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no
Bet you ain't tasted foreign
Bet you ain't tasted foreign, no

Bet you ain't tasted, uh
Bet you ain't tasted no, no, no
Foreign
Foreign
Yeah, yeah