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FOREIGN
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Hip-Hop/Rap
FOREIGN was released on October 13, 2025 by Chetin Audio Collective as a part of the album GRIM TALK
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Release DateOctober 13, 2025
LabelChetin Audio Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yxng Anxty
Yxng Anxty
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Berker Çetin
Berker Çetin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bekefendi
Bekefendi
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay, count it, yeah
Another passport
Put the money in the account, I'll be there by morning
Don't ask questions, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, okay, uh, uh, uh, okay
Uh, uh, uh, okay, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Foreign whip, foreign bitch, this shit ain't nothing new
God put a hole in his head, now his fucking thoughts are doomed
Drowning in the money at a hundreds ocean blue
If you ain't talking bout a body or a back, then motherfucker, who are you
(Who the fuck are you?)
Woke up in Milan, went to sleep in Tokyo
Girl that's in my bed, I don't even fucking know
She call me papi, but I ain't her fucking hero
Just a rich motherfucker with a soul on zero
They plotting on my head, I hear the whispers on the breeze
That's why I keep the heater, yeah, it's stuck between my knees
They praying for my downfall, getting on their knees
I just sent a fucking wire, put their whole family at ease
Permanently, permanently, yeah
Jungle rules, kill or be killed
Another glass of that red wine getting spilled
Another empty promise and another body chilled
It's a cold, cold world that a motherfucker built
Boom, boom, boom, who can
Boom, boom, boom, who can
Boom, boom, boom, who can
Boom, boom, boom, who can
Foreign whip, foreign bitch, this shit ain't nothing new
(On God)
Put a hole in his head, now his fucking thoughts are doomed
Drowning in the money at a hundred ocean blue
If you ain't talking bout a body or a back, then motherfucker, who are you
Who the fuck are you
Fuck a conversation, I'm about the action
Your life is just a number, a simple subtraction
These diamonds on my wrist are a fatal attraction
She fuck me for the money, I get my satisfaction
I'm a different breed, I'm a different species
Who motherfuck the feces, broken to pieces
My lawyer on retainer, he handles the theses
My shooter on the payroll, My shooter on the payroll, he grants all your death wishes. Bitch
They call me a monster
I show them a God
There is no good, there is no evil
There is only power in the money I'm getting on God
Boom, boom, boom, who can
Boom, boom, boom, who can
It's just business
Written by: Berker Çetin
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