Tim Duzit - The Foreigner Lyrics

(The foreigner)
(The foreigner)
(The foreigner)
(The foreigner)
Who's that in the black trench coat
With the chief beads on looking like King Kong
(The foreigner)
Something in my cup and it's mischievous
Tim Duzit but they call me evil genius
(The foreigner)
Come power me
Yoruba babe I'm tryna pay your dowry
(The foreigner, yeah)
(The foreigner, yeah)
(The foreigner, yeah)
(The foreigner, hey)
Got stripes you can check the stats now
Naija boy baby I don't eat no hash brown
Yeah I like the way it is now, I don't tell em pipe down
I just show up to your house
Mid twenties and I still ain't found the one
My last ting told me if I leave her I best run
She gon buck me with a handshake and a gun
I still ain't seen her since like 2021
You know how this shit began
The foreigner I had a penny and a plan
The problem is I like her if she bad vibes
She screw me then she kiss her teeth and off the pant
Hm
Shit ain't for the faint hearted
We get the hit it ain't got nun to do with charting
Pick your
Pick your feet up now you're dancing
Now you're dancing
Now you're dancing
Now you're
Who's that in the black trench coat
With the chief beads on looking like King Kong
(The foreigner)
Something in my cup and it's mischievous
Tim Duzit but they call me evil genius
(The foreigner)
Come power me
Yoruba babe I'm tryna pay your dowry
(The foreigner, yeah)
(The foreigner, yeah)
(The foreigner, yeah)
(The foreigner, yeah)