Jim Jones - Welcome 2 America lyrics

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Jim Jones - Welcome 2 America lyrics

Chorus: Foreign kicks, foreign cloathes, foreign money welcome to America foreign whip, foreign hos, foreign money welcome to America verse: 1 (RaYza) I pledge allegance to the cash wraped in rubber bands I keep inside a lui bag ebe the army salute a gucci flag drive a German car with Russian modelles in the back poppin foreign bottles poppin foreign tags foreign woman with me compliment my foreign swag fendi my foreign mom prada my foreign dad I got adopted by Versace but I wasn't mad so much money in my pocket that my pants sag I couldn't get away from police if I ran fast free my n***a fab Jimmy what it is and shout out to my foreign friends b**hbim gettin money Chorus: Foreign kicks, foreign cloathes, foreign money welcome to America foreign whip, foreign hos, foreign money welcome to America verse: 2 (Jim jones) Got so many foreign whips they thought ibeas a foreigner I k** um with the kicks somebody call the corriner body bag hockey bag and Ima rich n***a with a sloppy past if they got um in japan I get um in new york and I got so many js you'd think I'm on the court when I be rockin js I be going to court good lawyer left the engine running on the poarsche pretty little thing she from out of Spain she was fronting on a n***a hoppin out the range body like that I do alot of things these n***as sending threats an doing not a thing married to the game and I ain't but the ring bada bing bada boom Chorus: Foreign kicks, foreign cloathes, foreign money welcome to America foreign whip, foreign hos, foreign money welcome to America verse: 3 (RaYza) Green and red stripes on my gucci bottoms you need a pa**port to get um where I got um strapped with a gackt and a lui condom got alotta issues money ain't a problem sour in a swisha sweet as apple pie f** a magic carpet I'm aladin high fergamo and chanel is all my b**hes buy pull up in a foreign whip and make um get inside it's like my Money on a ladder ho my cash up twisting up a Bruce Bruce that's a fat blunt free my n***a knilo Mitch what it is and shout out too my foreign friends b**h I'm gettin money make yo hands clap if you getting money Chorus: Foreign kicks, foreign cloathes, foreign money welcome to America foreign whip, foreign hos, foreign money welcome to America