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Exotic Talk

 

Exotic Talk

(album: Flawless - 2019)


I taste this cookie, and I smoke with' every hit
I just can't put my time into any old bitch
Ain't no rules with a rat, if he snitch, then he snitch
Everywhere I go, shit, I smell like ten zips
Just last week, yeah, they got caught ten bricks
Ten niggas play with me, then I'm sending ten hits
Every time it's me and Meech, they just know that it's a hitch
Turned out another deal, a hundred-thousand ain't it
Bitch, I'm sipping juice while I'm counting up a check
I just need her bean and a little bit of head
She suck me in the whip, we ain't make it to the bed
Sloppy roll of twenties, I can spread it to my leg
Hit the Union wearing BAPE, I got sauce I can't give
Been smoking for an hour 'cause this wood so big
Safe a thousand square foot is what I'm thinking for the crib
My bitch need a bib, she make messes on the kid
I don't sleep by myself, I got guns in the bed
If we leave right at twelve, we'll make it there by ten
Everything's more money, I need more rubber bands
She give me a couple months, put new jewelry in her hand

This exotic as the weed that I'm having
Keep some niggas hating 'cause they only 'bout action
Don't care if we cool, I might fuck around and tax you
I ain't tell you the price 'cause I know you ain't got it
I love foreign cars, used to want me a Marauder
Got niggas' pillow talking 'cause they know that I'm a problem
Told that bitch stay with' you, I can't be her first option
I was hitting back streets on the road past the mountains
I went and got some money, I ain't sitting around pouting
I went and got some money, now I'm sitting around counting
I get a cream soda and I add four ounces
Sleepwalking to the money in my dreams, I can count it
These bitches so loose they let anybody pop
But mine got hoes lined up to do whatever if I call 'em
I make shit happen, I don't do too much talking
Learn from my mistakes, I don't ever take losses
Nigga talking loose, put his head up for auction
The streets ain't for me, niggas snitching too often
I been drinking my water, drinking lean less often
Making real money so I'm seen less often
You ain't lying, son, if you ain't do so much talking
Chain smoking, just me, gotta a nigga coughing

This exotic as the weed that I'm having
Keep some niggas hating 'cause they only 'bout action
Don't care if we cool, I might fuck around and tax you
I ain't tell you the price 'cause I know you ain't got it
I love foreign cars, used to want me a Marauder
Got niggas pillow, 'cause they, ay ('Cause they know that I'm a problem)
Let that bitch stay with' you, I can't be her first (Option)
I was (Ay) on the road past the mountains
Went and got some, I ain't sitting around (Ay)
Went and got some, I ain't sitting around (Ay)

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