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trippie redd & yung bans - exotic (original version) lyrics

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[intro: trippie redd]
(yeah) yeah
yeah, yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah, yeah, uh, ayy

[chorus: trippie redd]
real exotic pimpin’ (pimpin’, uh)
every b-tch look different (different, uh)
run up all them digits (digits, uh)
yeah, you know my tolerance is different (different, nah)
n-gga, why you trippin’? (trippin’, yeah)
b-tch i get to fl!ckin’ (fl!ckin’, bow)

[verse 1: trippie redd]
ayy, rolling with the gang-gang-gang
talk down b-tch, we gon’ hit you with that flame
we gon’ torch your -ss b-tch, we gon’ shoot you with that thang
bang-bang-bang, blow a n-gga brains
talking down on gang, p-ssy n-gga, sn-tch your chain
f-ck you and what you claim, n-gga you’s a lame
in this lambo, switching lanes
took your b-tch to raising cane’s
she get wet when i say her name
took that b-tch home straight to change
play with k!llers from the main
800 gang, 1400 gang
n-gga, what you bang?
you’s a weak link
b-tch, i’m great dane
and i can’t be tamed
shooters say no names

[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, hold up, wait
yeah, yeah, no, yeah
yeah, yeah, uh

[verse 2: yung bans]
ridin’ with that bl!cky
strapped up jimmy
give her d, no mickey
pullin’ on a remy
suck on this d-ck, don’t kiss
i’m on drugs, ain’t got no limit
and this [?] sh-t get wicked, yeah
ayy, wicked, wicked, wicked
we don’t do it for an image
f-ckin’ with the gang get ’em gone get ’em finished
i ain’t sleepin’ with the fishes
i send her to the clinic
bro, don’t worry ’bout that action
they don’t even wanna scrimmage
yeah, yeah

[verse 3: a1billionaire]
i love trippie redd
adios
choppa hit yo face take off yo nose
i don’t know, yeah
f-ckin’ with this b-tch across the globe (yeah, yeah)
if she f-ckin’ with my pimpin’
want this choppa get to spittin’
doo-doo-doo now you a victim
we got guns like red redemption
had that weight and i was [?]
b-tch i’m ballin’ in yo district
turn yo block to a bar mitzvah
these n-ggas funny no more simpsons
and that b-tch thought you were griffin
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout they block until we pull up and we up
[?] option [?] in sp-ce on auto pilot
don’t want yo b-tch ’cause she got mileage
she gettin’ money like what is happening

- trippie redd yung bans lyrics

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