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bossman dlow - exotic lyrics

[intro]
yeah, straight up out the trenches, mane
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, ayy, this on? yeah

[verse]
ayy, i step alone, i’m rockin’ vlone when on timing
i do the dash, blue bimmer super fast, b+tch look like sonic (skrrt)
this that pink runtz, you can keep that cheap stuff, i smoke exotic
lil’ b+tch super bad, i hit her from the back, sn+tch off her bonnet
i’m a real n+gga, i’ma keep it real with ya, you ain’t gotta question that
b+tch, i’m from a city where we cook dope and dress in black (black)
your name in black and white, you lose your stripe, can’t second guess a rat
give me the at, i’m tryna dunk like the 2007 shaq (come on)
she love a street n+gga out the trenches, uh
she say you broke as f+ck and you be actin’ stingy, uh
i got some shh for the low, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout shimmy, uh
i’m a big n+gga, i don’t wanna leave that kitchen, uh (no)
i couldn’t even see my grandma ’cause my jugg trippin’ (that jugg)
sometimes you gotta cut a n+gga off for bullsh+ttin’
we got old school chevys and drop+top porsches (yeah)
come walk a mile in these retro jordans (no)
a lot of sh+t went left, know i had to get right
i need a thousand ones, i’m finna flood this b+tch tonight
some of you b+tches don’t know how much you’ll get if you just don’t ask (facts)
some of you n+ggas don’t know how to do a f+ckin’ thing ‘cept flaggin’, uh (facts)
some of you n+ggas be talkin’ ’bout motion, knowin’ you ain’t havin’ (huh?)
don’t know nothin’ ’bout no trappin’ (huh?), ain’t never been in traffic
she real pretty b+tch, but she gon’ leave when it get ugly
say she love n+ggas with motion, she be screamin’ when we f+ckin’
n+gga broker than a b+tch, but he talkin’ ’bout he thuggin’
i got three cell phones, n+gga, two of ’em for my buddy (brrt, brrt)
i was taught to stand on business and don’t let a n+gga side me, n+gga
never been no cheerleader, but i’ll still catch a body, n+gga
all my n+ggas really eatin’, look like you on a diet, n+gga (p+ssy)
money talks, bullsh+t walks, so be quiet
[outro]
she real pretty b+tch, but she gon’ leave when it get ugly
say she love n+ggas with motion, she be screamin’ when we f+ckin’
n+gga broker than a b+tch, but he talkin’ ’bout he thuggin’
i got three cell phones, n+gga, two of ’em for my buddy (brrt, brrt)
i was taught to stand on business and don’t let a n+gga side me, n+gga
never been no cheerleader, but i’ll still catch a body, n+gga (p+ssy)

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