Testo Exotic - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone Exotic (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album Exotic
I come here just to say burned that
Free comin', bitch, brr
Uh, yeah, I'm tired
No cap
Uh, bad
Uh, I'm tired
Palaze, what you cookin'? (Mhm)
Mhm, hey, ayy
Met a bad bitch, put kids on her face,
Now I'm childish, mhm (Yeah, I'm childish)
Givenchy with your Gucci in this bitch,
Now they say he stylish, yeah, ooh (He stylish)
Better watch your mouth when you talk,
'Cause you know I get violent
Kill anybody (Brr), just caught a body, did it in silence, yeah, yeah
I told the bitch, "Roll my dope" (Roll my dope)
But, bitch, don't smoke my weed (Don't smoke my pound)
This big-ass Glock got a toe (Let's go)
Ayy, this a felony (This a felony)
I don't know what the lil' bitch thought (I don't know)
She ain't gettin' no weddin' ring
And I don't know why you open your legs,
'Cause, bitch, you ain't gettin' no head from me
Roll up exotic (Roll up exotic)
My bitch, she a hottie, got a nice body (Got a nice body)
And I met her at Follies (Met her at Follies), we went to the hotel
And fucked in the lobby (In the lobby), yeah, yeah
Roll up exotic (Exotic), roll up, uh, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah, roll up exotic (Exotic)
Roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah
Glock on my hip, I'ma tote, I'ma thunk (Brr)
Smokin' on opps, we ain't sparkin' no Runtz (Bop)
Chop up his body, then put him in the trunk
Been there for two weeks, he start smellin' like a skunk
Fuck the police and then fuck Donald Trump (Boom)
Who was there when I was posted in the slumps? (Boom)
.13, but this gun got a drum
Man, I swear to God his mind went out from him
I told the bitch, "Roll my dope" (Roll my dope)
But, bitch, don't smoke my weed (Ha)
Oh, you pressed now?
Open up your mouth with your neck now
We finna fuck all night, bitch, it's bedtime (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm finna fuck like I just did fed time
But I'm a juvie, just shot a movie in a jacuzzi (Jacuzzi)
Roll up exotic (Roll up exotic)
My bitch, she a hottie, got a nice body (Got a nice body)
And I met her at Follies (Met her at Follies), we went to the hotel
And fucked in the lobby (In the lobby), yeah, yeah
Roll up exotic (Exotic), roll up, uh, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah, roll up exotic (Exotic)
Roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah
I told the bitch, "Roll my dope"
But, bitch, don't smoke my weed
I told the bitch, "Roll my dope"
But, bitch, don't smoke my weed
NLE the top shotta,
Got the bomb like تنظيم القاعدة
Ha, nah, nah
Roll up exotic, roll up, uh, roll up exotic
Yeah, roll up exotic, roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah
Roll up exotic, roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic
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Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Christoffer Marcussen
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