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Yung Bans

"Exotic (Original Version)"

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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 pippin' (Pippin’, 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 flickin’ (Flickin', bow)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, rollin' with the gang, gang, gang
Talk down, b*tch, we gon' hit you with that flame
We gon' torch yo' ass, b*tch, we gon' shoot you with that thing
Bang, bang, bang
Blow a n*gga brain
Talkin' down on gang, pus*y, n*gga snatch yo’ chain
Boy what you claim? n*gga you’s a lame
In this Lambo switchin' lanes
Took yo b*tch to Raising Canes
She get wet by sayin’ names
Took that b*tch home straight to chain
Yeah, with killers 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
Yeah, hold up, wait

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, no, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pippin’ (Pippin', 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 flickin' (Flickin', bow)

[Verse 2: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that blicky
Strapped up Jimmy
Give her D, no Mickey
Pullin' on a Remy
Suck on this di*k, 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

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pippin' (Pippin', 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 flickin' (Flickin', bow)

[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
Doom doom doom 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 [?]
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 space on auto pilot
Don't want yo b*tch cuz she got mileage
She gettin money like what is happening

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