Exposure
Hollow points in the nine milli, ho don't be silly, o' really
Say she wanna come and get jiggy with the kid
Smoke a blunt and roll a philly with the kid
Say she like it on her face, just don't get it in her wig
Let your top down, let your hair blow
Gold hunnid spokes, say that's the reason why
She chose
I don't judge, it ain't my business if you playing with your nose
But the only white my hoes, fuckin wit is
On they toes I like composure,
I ain't looking for exposure
Any bitch that played me over, left the hoe with no closure
I'm a soldier baby, do it how I told you
She nasty drunk but know she mean it when she sober
This ain't that crunk, this that shit you
Want to roll to
Right hand up on the fire, I'm backing in
Just how I'm pose to
They imposters, I'm a poster, they imposing
On my culture but they treat us like we jokesters
They think they super bad, these niggas really
Fogle
Yo bitch built bad, my bitch shape Coca-Cola
I don't even drink soda, but everything I piss is golden
Old school 88, the G-body the over lotus
We looked up to the drug dealers nigga
Fuck your potus
We looked up to the drug dealers, nigga, fuck
Your potus
Hold me tight, and let your feelings go ever
Say she wanna come and get jiggy with the kid
Smoke a blunt and roll a philly with the kid
Say she like it on her face, just don't get it in her wig
Let your top down, let your hair blow
Gold hunnid spokes, say that's the reason why
She chose
I don't judge, it ain't my business if you playing with your nose
But the only white my hoes, fuckin wit is
On they toes I like composure,
I ain't looking for exposure
Any bitch that played me over, left the hoe with no closure
I'm a soldier baby, do it how I told you
She nasty drunk but know she mean it when she sober
This ain't that crunk, this that shit you
Want to roll to
Right hand up on the fire, I'm backing in
Just how I'm pose to
They imposters, I'm a poster, they imposing
On my culture but they treat us like we jokesters
They think they super bad, these niggas really
Fogle
Yo bitch built bad, my bitch shape Coca-Cola
I don't even drink soda, but everything I piss is golden
Old school 88, the G-body the over lotus
We looked up to the drug dealers nigga
Fuck your potus
We looked up to the drug dealers, nigga, fuck
Your potus
Hold me tight, and let your feelings go ever
Credits
Writer(s): Lapatrick Pettway
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