Exotic

Slow strokes king
She likes the way I slide it in
Thuging like the 80's
I'm still stepping in my Timbs
I ain't never let my guard down
The opps won't get a chance
Brodie keep on acting tuff
Lowkey he be trying to vent
You know that shit ain't for real
If he puts it on the gram
I like ratchet bitches
They be shaking ass
Trust nobody

I can see the snakes under the grass
Steady chasing money
Bout a bitch I never stress
When I'm done with the bitch
Nigga you can keep the rest
You can keep her
Big STP I be double cup sipping
Outside with the gang
20 deep dreads shaking
We the ones that be squeezing
Nigga we don't do no running
Call me garbage man
See a opp and I dump
Backseat babies

Keep them chops in the trunk
Ghetto bitch she don't want no flowers
She want guns
She don't like no softies
She like niggas that be touching guns
Dior took your bitch
Nigga she ain't coming back
Dior lil flipper
Nigga I be flipping packs
Fuck the police
Free my niggas
Got a bad bitch from north Caicos
I be swerving with that metal



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Writer(s): Wentz Celan
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