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(Yung Lan on the track) Exotic exotic exotic (James with that check, boy) Exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic I be at home alone I be seein' all the spirits of my dead homies All these blue hundreds, all these 20’s Nigga got dead homies I was dead wrong when I hit my plug But the nigga went broke So I took a nigga bud They don’t wanna help you out They don’t wanna see you grow up Always selling out of gas I can never sell enough I be lustin’ for your body We can never fuck enough Lost a couple potnas to the federal employees Baby, I’m a boss, how the fuck can you employ me? I ain’t had no money, that condition it was temporary Hit her from the back Letras de cancionesI ain’t tryna do no missionary I can see the M’s So I’m feeling like a visionary All these big words Damn, they think I read the dictionary Damn, her body too crazy New Coupe 280 Lil' Gotit "Hood Baby" (Woo) Christian Loubs on my feet Yeah, them multicolor new joint When you in the trap, boy, you betta be on point If you come with a group, I’m killin’ yo homeboy Nothin’ but foreign be in my envoy Undisputed champ, nigga, lie on P Troy Bought my bitch a G-Wagen, she so appreciative Told my lazy potna, "Go and get you some initiative" Nosy ass bitch, why the fuck you so inquisitive? I just talk to Ralo on the phone, I'ma visit him Don’t pull up to the trap unannounced, no visitor I don’t know where your lips been, girl, no kissin’ ya I'ma unzip these Amiri’s, I’m just diggin’ ya She don’t need a shovel I can tell that she diggin' me Sold her 20 bags and the driver say she blessed me Told my ‘ol lady, "Shut the hell up, don’t stress me" Open up the Lambo door for chivalry Lil' nigga, they don’t want smoke like hickory Roof disappear on the coupe, it’s a mystery She ain’t got a stomach no more, the doctor handled that I'ma put ‘em up myself, I'ma handle that 85 racks in the Louis V fanny pack Chillin’ in the trap with the pound playin' Piddy Pat Exotic exotic exotic My clientele purchase exotic I blow exquisite exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Whole load of Runtz straight from the manufacturer I'ma crack the bitch back, just like a chiropractor I just bought five acres I just purchased me a tractor Whole lot of bad hoes find me attractive I just want to travel 'round the worldwide atlas I don’t wanna be famous, nigga Might quit rappin' Punch ya in the mouth, lil' nigga, quit yappin' Everything designer, I ain’t talkin’ 'bout graphics Stuff a nigga exotic in a dark brown package I'ma have a bad bitch receive it and grab it Lone wolf nigga, I don’t trust these maggots Go and get some money, be a man, quit slackin’ (Woo) Jumped off the porch then had to make it happen Just like a turtle, yeah, nigga be snappin’ Read these niggas I feel telepathic Exotic exotic exotic My clientele purchase exotic I blow exquisite exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic exotic My clientele purchase exotic I blow exquisite exotic Exotic exotic exotic Exotic exotic From Letras Mania