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letra de exotic - noartistnameblankaccount

-intro-
yeah, oh yeah. yeah

[bridge: ceemerk]
if tomorrow, i don’t wake up, don’t happen to make it
i pray i die high, off of my medication
i’m a piece of sh-t, i don’t really give a f-ck
i like smoking blunts, and getting drunk

[verse 1: ceemerk]
get the party started, b-tch get your body popping
set this b-tch on fire, like project x, now the cameras watching
middle finger mother f-ck the police, trigger finger up, plus the pinky
210 countdown city, if you ain’t from here, you don’t know about this
we grind all day, everybody know, that time is cake
money to make, and pine to bake
women ridiculous, and dollars to bank
cheesecake on my plate, and i’m eating good
smoking great, f-cking better
f-ck the bullsh-t, get this money, and make that my main endeavor
never the less i’m
so cool, never been known to play by the rules
rolling blunts up fat as i can, got me high, as the presidential room
i like the way that this weed tastes, drank take care of my cottonmouth
music take my stress away, and p-ssy, baby, pop it now

[hook: ceemerk]
exotic weed, liquor, and b-tches, that’s that sh-t i like
just the life of a young n-gga, doing it major like
selfish tryna make myself richer, know that sh-t ain’t right
but right about now, it’s time to get it, get your money right

(x2)

[verse 2: ceemerk]
thinking back to a memory, and forward towards the history
riding on my enemies, and a lot of em, are ex friends of me
destructive tendencies, drinking this hennessey
no mix, cold sh-t, is this your b-tch that’s right next to me
player sh-t, that you could live or die by
fl!cking ashes out the sunroof, while i drive by
i’m fly, i ain’t even got to try, i don’t lie, i keep it 100 all the time
smoke big weed i love the high, it eases my bi-polar mind
take a shot, give a shotgun, to a b-tch that’s looking fine
it’s like a special ceremony, every time that i light up
it’s all of the beautiful women around me, that keep me inspired
i’m on another level, and n0body could f-ck my night up
even if i die tonight, i die, the man on fire. let’s go

(x2)

[verse 3: ceemerk]
i like the way that money feels, in the palm of my hands
even tho my elders tell me, it’s not what makes a man
grind is at a nonstop, work is at a constant
and if that’s the case, then, i deserve to throw myself a party
with bad b-tches. bad b-tches, lupe say that b-tch bad
but, i’d be more likely, to follow the advice of pimp chad
on my grown sh-t, tryna buy and own sh-t
hoes won’t leave me alone now, but now hoes, ain’t my d-mn focus, d-mn
funny how life work, grow the f-ck up, get wiser
money make the world turn, like propane make the fire burn
live and learn, life ain’t sh-t, but what you turn it into
getting f-cked up, just because of all the sh-t i been through

- noartistnameblankaccount

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