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"Exotica"

[Choruse x2]
All my b*tches, They exotic
Don't try and f*ck with the merchandise
My n*gga that’s just narcotics


[Verse 1]
We don’t f*ck with no narcotics
All our homies really got it
Never knew about it till I had
2 bad b*tches, homie never knew
The things I been through and all the sh*t that I had to do
Started off with honda’s now im hopping out the coupe
We got blondes in the rodeo homie but not for you

[Verse 2]
You gon see me chilling in my noon green Ferrari
13 b*tches in it that sh*t look like a safari
I ain't capping I'm just thinking about the future
On a plane out to DC, call me lex Luthor


[Verse 3]
To la putica son exotica mi hermano, que te digo
No me mire a la cara, armamo un maldito lio
Te metite con lo mio, te decano derretido
Cuando dan la 7:12 la muter pa su marido


[Verse 4]
No me hable que pa mi eso e comedia
Jodite con lo tigre de hashtag eso una tragedia
I Ain capping homie, n*gga im just thinking bout the sh*ts
Im a lion, you a dog motherf*cker better sit

[Verse 5]
Bilingual sh*t, yeah a homie knew it well
Im trynna f*ck with a b*tch that’ll never kiss and tell
Oh My God its 12 o clock, yo te llevo pal motel
If we talking bout your ex, mami a mi no me hable del

[Verse 6]
Tamo chillin con lo pana
Pa la fabrica a la 12, to la maldita semana
I ain't f*cking with yo girl, she hella phsycotic
You already know all my b*tches exotic


[Pre Chorus]
Esta mujer me tiene loca
El amigo se pone chistoso
Vamo pa tu casa
La amiga tampoco se atrasa
Esto se pone interesante
Si me ve me pide que le cante
Yo le dije yo no canto
Venme a buscar en el phantom

[Choruse x2]
All my b*tches, They exotic
Don't try and f*ck with the merchandise
My n*gga that’s just narcotics

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