Exotic
Trapstar AR
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Off this exotic got weed in my body My strap on my hip boy you ain’t finna rob me Got shooters outside & they waiting there plotting, ohhh Get ya ass popped for that flodgin, ohhh We ain’t wit all that talkin’ Jeans cost a grip think I’m Batman they robins And my lean expensive no time for that flaw shit If he bout his bread then he stackin’ up proper Off this exotic got weed in my body My strap on my hip boy you ain’t finna rob me Got shooters outside & they waiting there plotting, ohhh Get ya ass popped for that flodgin’, ohhh We ain’t wit all that talkin’ Jeans cost a grip think I’m Batman they robins And my lean expensive no time for that flaw shit If he bout his bread then he stackin’ up proper If he bout his bands then he counting up money Ya money not dummy boy why are you stuntin’ Got bands in my pockets wrapped up like a mummy Put dick in her tummy she say that she love me Don’t tell me you love me if you not a hunnid Can’t keep it a hunnid then why are you fronting You cannot get nothin from me I know my pockets real pudgy I just like counting up bands, making em racks, counting that money I know my diamonds real sunny I might just hop in the coupe Go do the dash Get the f*ck from me Clientele got my cellular buzzin’ Trap jumping, don’t judge me You burning regular, I burn exotic This pocket rocket might just pop ya noggin My diamonds drippin like a damn water faucet You flipping, floppin now you walkin’ out sauceless I beat her box in now she walkin with caution That twitter talkin, need to stop all that nonsense If you ain’t bout it then chill out with that flossin’ I know some bosses who’ll come take all ya profit Off this exotic got weed in my body My strap on my hip boy you ain’t finna rob me Got shooters outside & they waiting there plotting, ohhh Get ya ass popped for that flodgin’, ohhh We ain’t wit all that talkin Jeans cost a grip think I’m Batman they robins And my lean expensive no time for that flaw shit If he bout his bread then he stackin up proper Off this exotic got weed in my body My strap on my hip boy you ain’t finna rob me Got shooters outside n they waiting there plotting, ohhh Get ya ass popped for that flodgin, ohhh We ain’t wit all that talkin Jeans cost a grip think I’m Batman they robins And my lean expensive no time for that flaw shit If he bout his bread then he stackin up proper
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