When We Shoot (Exotic) [feat. FOE Lil Jay]
If I'm rocking it I make it look exotic yah, yah
If I'm rocking it I make it look exotic yah, yah
I gave a turn I turn my mine NBA James O
NBA James riding around wit his Chain O
NBA James riding around wit his chain O
NBA James riding around wit his chain O
Yea, my big brother Paul he be struggle to
If I tell you I'm capping I make look easy wit this rapping O
I get 100 thousand a show and I really gotta go O
I get 100 thousand a show and I really gotta go O
If it's anotha Bag I got it I make look exotic
If it's anotha Bag I gotta I make it look exotic
Yea, OOO
Yea, OOO
Yea, OOO
I got more, OOOOOO
Let's go, Hit em at the back run at that check like sack
Drop that boy no way breath smell like he need a tic tac
Drop him that's that got no back knock out his spine
Got a girl she gone be mine
Betta run before you get fine
Pop you, you blind got no eyes you can't see
Can't see how far gotta go drop him
No time to go no time left to see him
Pop him, no time have no time gotta rhyme
Beat his ass make him eat the grass have a time
Run drop him he not fine you not gone fine him
Leave him dead by Tomorrow day
By the next day leave him dead in the grass or his bed
If I'm rocking it I make it look exotic yah, yah
I gave a turn I turn my mine NBA James O
NBA James riding around wit his Chain O
NBA James riding around wit his chain O
NBA James riding around wit his chain O
Yea, my big brother Paul he be struggle to
If I tell you I'm capping I make look easy wit this rapping O
I get 100 thousand a show and I really gotta go O
I get 100 thousand a show and I really gotta go O
If it's anotha Bag I got it I make look exotic
If it's anotha Bag I gotta I make it look exotic
Yea, OOO
Yea, OOO
Yea, OOO
I got more, OOOOOO
Let's go, Hit em at the back run at that check like sack
Drop that boy no way breath smell like he need a tic tac
Drop him that's that got no back knock out his spine
Got a girl she gone be mine
Betta run before you get fine
Pop you, you blind got no eyes you can't see
Can't see how far gotta go drop him
No time to go no time left to see him
Pop him, no time have no time gotta rhyme
Beat his ass make him eat the grass have a time
Run drop him he not fine you not gone fine him
Leave him dead by Tomorrow day
By the next day leave him dead in the grass or his bed
Credits
Writer(s): James Moore, Jerome Richardson
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