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exotic - bossman dlow 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)

- bossman dlow lyrics

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