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letra de exotic (all this ice) - destroy lonely

[intro]
k!lla

[chorus]
every time i pull out a whip, that b-tch exotic
anytime i pop my sh-t, i can’t say sorry
scope on the stick, calibratin’, know i’m hittin’ my target
came out the mud, it was hard
came out the end of the tunnel, ain’t had no light, that sh-t was dark
my b-tch, she built like a fanta, yeah, check her out, look at her body
take a walk in my closet, sh-t so deep, you could go shoppin’
n-gga, i was walkin’, i had turn it up, ain’t have no-

[verse 1]
she popped in, paparazzi, hol’ up
i’m feelin’ nauseous, shawty, i gotta pour up
every time you call me, i’m [?]
you only wanna light her up, ’cause i know her
my lifestyle different, she wanna pull up with me, then i gotta show her
they lettin’ us in, thеy don’t need no id, they already know us
yeah, shе’s a blower, she gon’ place her hand right next to my blower
yes, i’m a lil’ colder, check out all this ice, baby, it’s snowin’
(it’s snowin’)
check out all this ice, baby, check out all this-
check out all this ice, baby, check out all this-
she popped in, paparazzi, hol’ up (check out all this ice, check out all this-)
she popped in, paparazzi, hol’ up (check out all this ice, check out all this-)
check out all this ice, check out all this-
she popped in, paparazzi, hol’ up (check out all this ice, check out all this-)
[chorus]
every time i pull out a whip, that b-tch exotic
anytime i pop my sh-t, i can’t say sorry
scope on the stick, calibratin’, know i’m hittin’ my target
came out the mud, it was hard
came out the end of the tunnel, ain’t had no light, that sh-t was dark
my b-tch, she built like a fanta, yeah, check her out, look at her body
take a walk in my closet, sh-t so deep, you could go shoppin’
n-gga, i was walkin’, i had turn it up, ain’t have no-

[verse 2]
(i had to turn it up, ain’t have no)
i had to turn it up, ain’t have no option, no option
i had to turn it up, i had to stop scammin’ and robbin’
every time i get her back, i f-ck my b-tch like i just lost her
all these b-tches lame, i see ’em once and now they starstruck
all these n-ggas lame, they wanna be us, they just imposters
back seat of that cadillac, was front seat with that chopper
every store i walk in know my name, yeah, i’ma frequent shopper

[chorus]
everytime i pull out a whip, that b-tch exotic
anytime i pop my sh-t, i can’t say sorry
scope on the stick, calibratin’, know i’m hittin’ my target
came out the mud, it was hard
came out the end of the tunnel, ain’t had no light, that sh-t was dark
my b-tch, she built like a fanta, yeah, check her out, look at her body
take a walk in my closet, sh-t so deep, you could go shoppin’
n-gga, i was walkin’, i had turn it up, ain’t have no-

- destroy lonely

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