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letra de exotic weed - philthy rich

[verse 1: money man]
i done came up, this sh-t was a process
every year, had to make me some progress
had to grow and the money the object
i just hit her, now she done got obsessed
every time i come over, she undress
she lookin’ good in that sundress
50k finesse at suntrust
need a bad chick satisfy my needs
i done been broke, had to hit up my knees
cheap gas plug and the n-gga chinese
west coast b-tch with me don’t eat meat
but you know she finna go down on me
plug took the ticket down just for me
n-gga, i don’t sell these bags for free
n-gga, i don’t make these songs for free
n-ggas out here wanna k!ll me, i don’t even know why
bought cheap gas, had to let the sh-t dry
i ain’t greedy, dawg, i’ma let the sh-t fly
shawty so wet, i’ma need me a float
i’ma sell these bags, then i’ma get ghost
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, these n-ggas do the most
got two incomes, got music and dope
i forgot about plastic, i got one more
my girl asked, “why your heart so cold?”
truck just came, so i’m finna unload
i’ma still be rich if i never go gold
yeah, it’s cold, so these gucci boots cover my toes
[chorus: lil jairmy]
‘bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin’ p’s, no qps
i got gas gon’ make you cough and i got gas gon’ make you sneeze
i’m havin’ runtz to last for months and plus i’m loaded with ogs
and you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
and i ain’t buyin’ no drip no more, i’m spendin’ my money on titles and deeds
and what the h-ll y’all smokin’ on? boy, that ain’t strong, i’m smelling seeds
and i’m the reason that they eatin’, i got them dopeboys praising me
gas god, got what you need, i’m the lord of the weed

[verse 2: philthy rich]
got a gucci silk scarf that cover my throat
spent thirty-five hundred, that was on my coat
like youngboy, b-tch, i’ma never go broke
if a n-gga diss me, i’ma never go no
n-gga, i was down, but they let me up
ain’t nothin’, them n-ggas never helped me up
i don’t trust no b-tch, tryna set me up
i remember that day they wet me up
every b-tch i had had left my side
got three bulletholes on my left side
i told my n-ggas can’t let that slide
go set them n-ggas’ whole hood on fire
finna cop that new aston truck
them n-ggas was first, but i passed them up
bad b-tch gon’ give up that ass or what?
i catch my nut, then pass the sl-t
i spent forty thou’, these vvs
my b-tch at home, she see me less
i know my bm wanna see me stressed
go child support and cps
b-tch, i spent four hundred thou’ in one day
on everything i love, put that on dre
i lost my heart back in ’08
i caught that body and sold that k
[chorus: lil jairmy]
‘bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin’ p’s, no qps
i got gas gon’ make you cough and i got gas gon’ make you sneeze
i’m havin’ runtz to last for months and plus i’m loaded with ogs
and you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
and i ain’t buyin’ no drip no more, i’m spendin’ my money on titles and deeds
and what the h-ll y’all smokin’ on? boy, that ain’t strong, i’m smelling seeds
and i’m the reason that they eatin’, i got them dopeboys praising me
gas god, got what you need, i’m the lord of the weed

[verse 3: lil jairmy]
sippin’ on syrup, now poppin’ these percs, i hit that dope, i’m growin’ wings
d-mn near spent a million dollars sippin’ syrup and takin’ beans
i’m breakin’ bread with all my mans, i don’t do nothin’ without the team
if you turn nothin’ into somethin’, you a motherf-ckin’ king
i introduced her to this money, show her sh-t that she ain’t seen
protect the squad at all costs, go get them sticks, come clear the scene
bet they ain’t know way back in the day that sh-t’d be this way
i get that money, baby, that’s just in my dna
got like two hundred, baby, then gave the jeweler 30k
i’m ridin’ with a dirty k, i’m tryna dodge a murder case
i’ma take a n-gga’s main b-tch, might go around the way
i’m trappin’, yeah, i keep them thangs in, b-tch, you can come today

[chorus: lil jairmy]
‘bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin’ p’s, no qps
i got gas gon’ make you cough and i got gas gon’ make you sneeze
i’m havin’ runtz to last for months and plus i’m loaded with ogs
and you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
and i ain’t buyin’ no drip no more, i’m spendin’ my money on titles and deeds
and what the h-ll y’all smokin’ on? boy, that ain’t strong, i’m smelling seeds
and i’m the reason that they eatin’, i got them dopeboys praising me
gas god, got what you need, i’m the lord of the weed

- philthy rich

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