Exotic
I blow three blunts before lunch and turn a rapper into dinner (and I)
Serve the east side taught me Bel-Air Shopping Center (yeah)
The west side, these niggas call me Green Field Plaza (uh)
You ain't got no connect nigga, you coppin' from El Blaga (oh!)
Continue on the saga (saga), your mouth is Fierce as Sasha (Sasha)
Make millions off the girls, I'm Beyoncé's father (yeah)
I'm sittin' in the Charger (huh), you niggas Lady Gaga (huh)
Left my car charger, CD changer no Carter (yeah)
Dwayne or Shawn, Sean Price mixed with Lil' Jon
Off the fifth of rum, piff in my lungs (yeah)
Fuckin' two Asian bitches 'til they couldn't cum (cum)
And when them hoes squirt, it's like Hong Kong Wonton
They said, "Oh my, biggest dick I've seen."
Showed her on the webcam, she start lickin' the screen
Next week we party puttin' coke all up in her nose (uh)
Just me, my nigga Luke and a house full of hoes
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle (yeah)
Fuck direct deposit (yeah)
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table (yeah)
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle
Fuck direct deposit
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics
Cutty steering wheel, all wood like a beaver bit
Your bitch neck move faster than cheetah did
Nike 6.0's look like Zebra heads
Wack MC's, I eat 'em like pita bread (rappers)
I voicemail your best bitch, in the hood
Hoes give me more throat than neck strength
All I want is money, cash no checks
I swear the sight of kushy makes her pussy so wet (I say)
My flow cold as the walls in the precinct
I'm a monster, eat pussy like Wheat Thins
I'm a rock star without a guitar
My chocolate melts in your girl mouth, Mr. Goodbar (and it's)
Weed on the corner, guns on the target
Shawty goin' crazy, sniffin' coke in the closet
While I'm sittin' on the toilet puffin' on exotics
Bitch, busts in the bathroom and fuckin' vomits
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle (yeah)
Fuck direct deposit (yeah)
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table (yeah)
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle
Fuck direct deposit
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics (yeah)
Serve the east side taught me Bel-Air Shopping Center (yeah)
The west side, these niggas call me Green Field Plaza (uh)
You ain't got no connect nigga, you coppin' from El Blaga (oh!)
Continue on the saga (saga), your mouth is Fierce as Sasha (Sasha)
Make millions off the girls, I'm Beyoncé's father (yeah)
I'm sittin' in the Charger (huh), you niggas Lady Gaga (huh)
Left my car charger, CD changer no Carter (yeah)
Dwayne or Shawn, Sean Price mixed with Lil' Jon
Off the fifth of rum, piff in my lungs (yeah)
Fuckin' two Asian bitches 'til they couldn't cum (cum)
And when them hoes squirt, it's like Hong Kong Wonton
They said, "Oh my, biggest dick I've seen."
Showed her on the webcam, she start lickin' the screen
Next week we party puttin' coke all up in her nose (uh)
Just me, my nigga Luke and a house full of hoes
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle (yeah)
Fuck direct deposit (yeah)
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table (yeah)
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle
Fuck direct deposit
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics
Cutty steering wheel, all wood like a beaver bit
Your bitch neck move faster than cheetah did
Nike 6.0's look like Zebra heads
Wack MC's, I eat 'em like pita bread (rappers)
I voicemail your best bitch, in the hood
Hoes give me more throat than neck strength
All I want is money, cash no checks
I swear the sight of kushy makes her pussy so wet (I say)
My flow cold as the walls in the precinct
I'm a monster, eat pussy like Wheat Thins
I'm a rock star without a guitar
My chocolate melts in your girl mouth, Mr. Goodbar (and it's)
Weed on the corner, guns on the target
Shawty goin' crazy, sniffin' coke in the closet
While I'm sittin' on the toilet puffin' on exotics
Bitch, busts in the bathroom and fuckin' vomits
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle (yeah)
Fuck direct deposit (yeah)
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics
And it's coke on the corner (yeah)
Guns in the closet (yeah)
Pills on the table (yeah)
Blowin' on exotics (yeah)
Money on the mantle
Fuck direct deposit
Old school Chevy, next year we roll exotics (yeah)
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Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Daniel Keith Swain
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