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exotic weed - philthy rich lyrics

[verse 1: money man]
i done came up, this sh*t was a process
every year, had to make me some progress
had to grow and the money the object
i just hit her, now she done got obsessed
every time i come over, she undress
she lookin’ good in that sundress
50k finesse at suntrust
need a bad chick satisfy my needs
i done been broke, had to hit up my knees
cheap gas plug and the n*gga chinese
west coast b*tch with me don’t eat meat
but you know she finna go down on me
plug took the ticket down just for me
n*gga, i don’t sell these bags for free
n*gga, i don’t make these songs for free
n*ggas out here wanna k!ll me, i don’t even know why
bought cheap gas, had to let the sh*t dry
i ain’t greedy, dawg, i’ma let the sh*t fly
shawty so wet, i’ma need me a float
i’ma sell these bags, then i’ma get ghost
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas do the most
got two incomes, got music and dope
i forgot about plastic, i got one more
my girl asked, “why your heart so cold?”
truck just came, so i’m finna unload
i’ma still be rich if i never go gold
yeah, it’s cold, so these gucci boots cover my toes
[chorus: lil jairmy]
‘bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin’ p’s, no qps
i got gas gon’ make you cough and i got gas gon’ make you sneeze
i’m havin’ runtz to last for months and plus i’m loaded with ogs
and you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
and i ain’t buyin’ no drip no more, i’m spendin’ my money on titles and deeds
and what the h*ll y’all smokin’ on? boy, that ain’t strong, i’m smelling seeds
and i’m the reason that they eatin’, i got them dopeboys praising me
gas god, got what you need, i’m the lord of the weed

[verse 2: philthy rich]
got a gucci silk scarf that cover my throat
spent thirty*five hundred, that was on my coat
like youngboy, b*tch, i’ma never go broke
if a n*gga diss me, i’ma never go no
n*gga, i was down, but they let me up
ain’t nothin’, them n*ggas never helped me up
i don’t trust no b*tch, tryna set me up
i remember that day they wet me up
every b*tch i had had left my side
got three bulletholes on my left side
i told my n*ggas can’t let that slide
go set them n*ggas’ whole hood on fire
finna cop that new aston truck
them n*ggas was first, but i passed them up
bad b*tch gon’ give up that ass or what?
i catch my nut, then pass the sl*t
i spent forty thou’, these vvs
my b*tch at home, she see me less
i know my bm wanna see me stressed
go child support and cps
b*tch, i spent four hundred thou’ in one day
on everything i love, put that on dre
i lost my heart back in ’08
i caught that body and sold that k
[chorus: lil jairmy]
‘bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin’ p’s, no qps
i got gas gon’ make you cough and i got gas gon’ make you sneeze
i’m havin’ runtz to last for months and plus i’m loaded with ogs
and you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
and i ain’t buyin’ no drip no more, i’m spendin’ my money on titles and deeds
and what the h*ll y’all smokin’ on? boy, that ain’t strong, i’m smelling seeds
and i’m the reason that they eatin’, i got them dopeboys praising me
gas god, got what you need, i’m the lord of the weed

[verse 3: lil jairmy]
sippin’ on syrup, now poppin’ these percs, i hit that dope, i’m growin’ wings
d*mn near spent a million dollars sippin’ syrup and takin’ beans
i’m breakin’ bread with all my mans, i don’t do nothin’ without the team
if you turn nothin’ into somethin’, you a motherf*ckin’ king
i introduced her to this money, show her sh*t that she ain’t seen
protect the squad at all costs, go get them sticks, come clear the scene
bet they ain’t know way back in the day that sh*t’d be this way
i get that money, baby, that’s just in my dna
got like two hundred, baby, then gave the jeweler 30k
i’m ridin’ with a dirty k, i’m tryna dodge a murder case
i’ma take a n*gga’s main b*tch, might go around the way
i’m trappin’, yeah, i keep them thangs in, b*tch, you can come today

[chorus: lil jairmy]
‘bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin’ p’s, no qps
i got gas gon’ make you cough and i got gas gon’ make you sneeze
i’m havin’ runtz to last for months and plus i’m loaded with ogs
and you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
and i ain’t buyin’ no drip no more, i’m spendin’ my money on titles and deeds
and what the h*ll y’all smokin’ on? boy, that ain’t strong, i’m smelling seeds
and i’m the reason that they eatin’, i got them dopeboys praising me
gas god, got what you need, i’m the lord of the weed

- philthy rich lyrics

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