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letra de exotic - yung mal

[intro]
(pyrex whippa)

[chorus: yung mal]
poppin’ this sh-t, got it hot, yeah, i’m poppin’
my pockets, they full of that broccoli
they pay me guala to stand on they couches
you know i can’t go, they ain’t send no deposit
brother still slangin’ that dope
and my young n-ggas ridin’ with the stick, tryna catch them a body
put up racks every day, yeah, that’s my hobby (racks)
racks, they heavy, boy, i need a dolly (sh-t heavy)
stick to the code, never tell on n0body
call me big p-ssy, my wrist need a potty (big p-ssy)
fire his ass up, know we smokin’ on oppys
almost fell in love ’cause her toppy be sloppy (ugh)
rockin’ two chains and i got on versace
got two seats, so i ride with the chopper (strap)
own all kinds of narcotics (hah)
too high, smokin’ nothin’ but exotic

[verse 1: yung mal]
i can’t go in if i can’t get the glock in (no)
still stuck with the gang ’cause that’s how i’m rockin’ (gang)
n-gga got k!lled, i heard they left him hot like a pocket (hot)
too many hundred dollar bills, what the f-ck i’ma do with a wallet?
don’t got no id (nah), drive the wraith with no f-ckin’ license
big rocks, put a hole in my ear like tyson
came out the hole, we ain’t have nothin’ but b-tter and rice (yeah)
now when thet get a verse, it come with prices
no, i’m not a ref, but i got me some stripeys
ran out of percs, now we poppin’ vikes
some n-ggas went left when i got it righteous (f-ck)
talk to my son and he be gettin’ excited (hah)
my dog got no bond and he indicted (d-mn)
we got the trap hot just like the wire
somebody get water, b-tch, i’m on fire (yeah)
and i’m a boss, need a job, you get hired
f-ck these n-ggas, put f’s on my tire (f-ck ’em)
let up the wings, no miles on this tesla (ooh)
she got some mouth, so i let gang test her (ugh)
i keep a pocket full of that cheddar (racks)
hotter than kettle
[chorus: yung mal]
poppin’ this sh-t, got it hot, yeah, i’m poppin’
my pockets, they full of that broccoli
they pay me guala to stand on they couches
you know i can’t go, they ain’t send no deposit
brother still slangin’ that dope
and my young n-ggas ridin’ with the stick, tryna catch them a body
put up racks every day, yeah, that’s my hobby (racks)
racks, they heavy, boy, i need a dolly (sh-t heavy)
stick to the code, never tell on n0body
call me big p-ssy, my wrist need a potty (big p-ssy)
fire his ass up, know we smokin’ on oppys
almost fell in love ’cause her toppy be sloppy (ugh)
rockin’ two chains and i got on versace
got two seats, so i ride with the chopper (strap)
own all kinds of narcotics (hah)
too high, smokin’ nothin’ but exotic

[verse 2: lil quill]
1017 too hot, bae, your ass so fat, i can’t pass
drop the top double-r, 2015 your dash (drop the top)
push the gas to the floor, give a f-ck if i crash
i got so many racks, why the f-ck is you mad?
vvs diamonds glass
push-start the whip, it crank up and go fast (go fast)
hashtag, you tryna beef on the ‘gram (h-ll nah)
check, let’s parachute when i land (check that)
check that, we gon’ pull up and spray ’em (check that)
got too many racks in these amiri pants (too many racks)
poppin’ sh-t with yung mal, the family (poppin’)
godd-mn leaf, it got too many grams in it (on god)
flooded the watch and the rope and the pendant, i’m gettin’ it (flooded)
used to be broke, came up scr-pin’ up pennies (scr-pe ’em up)
not trippin’, big scales in the kitchen
i’m whippin’, got pyrex with me (let’s do it)
[chorus: yung mal]
poppin’ this sh-t, got it hot, yeah, i’m poppin’
my pockets, they full of that broccoli
they pay me guala to stand on they couches
you know i can’t go, they ain’t send no deposit
brother still slangin’ that dope
and my young n-ggas ridin’ with the stick, tryna catch them a body
put up racks every day, yeah, that’s my hobby (racks)
racks, they heavy, boy, i need a dolly (sh-t heavy)
stick to the code, never tell on n0body
call me big p-ssy, my wrist need a potty (big p-ssy)
fire his ass up, know we smokin’ on oppys
almost fell in love ’cause her toppy be sloppy (ugh)
rockin’ two chains and i got on versace
got two seats, so i ride with the chopper (strap)
own all kinds of narcotics (hah)
too high, smokin’ nothin’ but exotic

- yung mal

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