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mike vest - exposure lyrics

verse 1 (mike vest):
blowing kisses to your girl she probably wanna ho around
the flow is sick might get you foaming from an open mouth
they’ve been sleeping on me i’m the monster they don’t know about
eating all these rappers i’ve been snacking
i’m hungry with a p-ssion, bout this money get to stacking
if i want it it will happen, only hustle no distractions
make that sh-t that’s everlastin’, blastin’ 808’s and heartbreak on my way to school
used to let the strangers rule now they don’t get to say what’s cool
yea, f-ck ’em, they ain’t saying nothin’
gump when i’m runnin’ so they’ll never see me coming
seeing me stuntin’ prolly made ’em sick to the stomach
making motherf-ckers vomit when they see the boy is ballin’
can he spit? wow, who asked?
i heard he made a hit, how he do that?
i got ’em saying pink is the new black
yea i got ’em saying pink is the new black
uh, yea, the dude is batsh-t
might f-ck around and put a fool in the casket
when i blow up i want all designer
i want desiigner to do my ad-lips
i want desiigner to do my ad-lips
they can’t keep up, they like wait hold up
white dude breaking necks, bet they think i’m joba
tell ’em what the name is, give your boy exposure

chorus (mike vest):
yea – i need more exposure
i need more exposure
i need hits on hits on hits
you know i need cl!cks on cl!cks
you know i need chicks on chicks on chicks
need a b-tch for my b-tch, rolex on my wrist
yea i need hits on hits on hits
bla! bla! bla!
yea – i need more exposure
i need more exposure
i need hits on hits on hits
you know i need cl!cks on cl!cks
you know i need chicks on chicks on chicks
need a b-tch for my b-tch, rolex on my wrist
yea i need hits on hits on hits
bla! bla! bla!

verse 2 (mike floral):
john lennon, i got a yoko ono
got sticks on sticks better call the popo
ice on ice like i’m wearing froyo
and i stay baggin’ you can call me frodo
hopping out of the four door
you’re like hopping out of that no no
i’m like hopping out of that yes yes
girl got a booty that impress -press
mike floral got an alter ego
and i’m h-lla fly i feel like an eagle
chains on i feel like the beatles
i’m a pterodactyl you’re a f-cking seagull
i’mma duck you, put you in the fetal
with that one two like i’m don cheadle
namaste and then i’m spraying you
i’m a war machine and this my f-cking sequel
got a girlfriend but i’d still f-ck
sell pills for a quick buck
do this sh-t on the regular
i got a time slot just to buck and knuck
everybody wanna be my friend but they don’t ever wanna see me go hard
goggles on with the tucked shirt
getting thotties looking like a r-t-rd
show me t-tty just a litty bitty
imma whip it out like i enslaved the kitty
this a little ditty that i made a banger
imma pour a cup and take a little sippy
just to wash it down, what i’m spitting out
you know i came through, you know i showed out
you know i go hard, b-tch its game over
bet you could have done it with some more exposure

- mike vest lyrics

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