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Jack V - 10 Foreigns Lyrics




When I pull up to that bitch house, she know what the f*ck up
She act like my slave, she keep on callin' my ass King Tut
Walkin' 'round the crib without a shirt, that ho is kinked up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
Somebody scuff my dyke shoes, somebody gettin' f*cked up
Somebody touch my pink shades, somebody gettin' cut up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up

Hoes come to my mans house, turn it to a night club
I can't let these bitches in I'm tryna get my bands up
This girl tryn' get tag teamed, Evan post that AND 1
Lookin' for a girl with ass in here, there ain't damn one
I don't need even need you hos, cuddle puddle with my homies
M B/D bitch the only one I trust she a goodie-oldie
She let mine f*ck I told her thank you 'cuz that shit was golden
Look at the Garmin wrist enlargement, yeah the shit is frozen
I want a cool name like santana rk
Been movin' the sack lunch like my name is RJ
She f*ck roun' with my joystick like she up in the arcade
I can't f*ck with old hos, those bitches be archaic

I whip my Prius I motor-sport it like it's a foreign
Born a whore in the shorter shorts got 10 foreigns
My white bitches get tans and say they look foreign
Don't pour no four I just pour some g, f*ck the lean
I can't drink no promethazine I'm off applegreen
My pockets 'bout thick as a bitch they look like Hallee Green
Filleted this bitch when she 19 and I am 17
She said she got the cleanest game a bitch had ever seen
All these bitches up my tree I'm Johnny Appleseed
I kicked that bitch out she smokin' too much apple weed
Look me in the eyes, trust no thotty
Got too spoiled now she only give me toppy

When I pull up to that bitch house, she know what the f*ck up
She act like my slave, she keep on callin' my ass King Tut
Walkin' round the crib without a shirt, that ho is kinked up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
Somebody scuff my dyke shoes, somebody gettin' f*cked up
Somebody touch my pink shades, somebody gettin' cut up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
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When I pull up to that bitch house, she know what the f*ck up
She act like my slave, she keep on callin' my ass King Tut
Walkin' 'round the crib without a shirt, that ho is kinked up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
Somebody scuff my dyke shoes, somebody gettin' f*cked up
Somebody touch my pink shades, somebody gettin' cut up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up

Hoes come to my mans house, turn it to a night club
I can't let these bitches in I'm tryna get my bands up
This girl tryn' get tag teamed, Evan post that AND 1
Lookin' for a girl with ass in here, there ain't damn one
I don't need even need you hos, cuddle puddle with my homies
M B/D bitch the only one I trust she a goodie-oldie
She let mine f*ck I told her thank you 'cuz that shit was golden
Look at the Garmin wrist enlargement, yeah the shit is frozen
I want a cool name like santana rk
Been movin' the sack lunch like my name is RJ
She f*ck roun' with my joystick like she up in the arcade
I can't f*ck with old hos, those bitches be archaic

I whip my Prius I motor-sport it like it's a foreign
Born a whore in the shorter shorts got 10 foreigns
My white bitches get tans and say they look foreign
Don't pour no four I just pour some g, f*ck the lean
I can't drink no promethazine I'm off applegreen
My pockets 'bout thick as a bitch they look like Hallee Green
Filleted this bitch when she 19 and I am 17
She said she got the cleanest game a bitch had ever seen
All these bitches up my tree I'm Johnny Appleseed
I kicked that bitch out she smokin' too much apple weed
Look me in the eyes, trust no thotty
Got too spoiled now she only give me toppy

When I pull up to that bitch house, she know what the f*ck up
She act like my slave, she keep on callin' my ass King Tut
Walkin' round the crib without a shirt, that ho is kinked up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
Somebody scuff my dyke shoes, somebody gettin' f*cked up
Somebody touch my pink shades, somebody gettin' cut up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
I can't get caught lackin' bitch I gotta keep my funds up
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Writer: John Vinson
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Jack V 10 Foreigns Video


Performed By: Jack V
Length: 2:48
Written by: John Vinson

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