Exotic

Lyrics

[Chorus] Lil' mama exotic, lil' mama exotic Might fuck up my pocket My hitta unlock it And she know I got options And she know that I'm poppin' Her friends say, "Oh yeah he a dog yeah" Her other friend say, "He a wassa" I tell her do whatchu wanna Baby just don't miss your flight Yeah I know you feel the vibe And she do the things I like Yeah, she the exotic type Yeah, she the exotic type We gon' get it on tonight And she bad like every night [Verse 1] Baby girl, yeah, don't miss your flight I came through, drip tonight And she say I hit it right Got a week like Kryptonite And she the exotic type And she wanna ball for life And she got a swag I like Might make you miss your flight They say, "Oh, he a wassa" "Man that nigga gon' dog ya" Bro got to be honest, they don't wanna see us ballin' Baby, you know that I want you Bro gon' do what he wanna 'Cause I need me some comma's I don't need me no drama And she bad like Satan sent her And my heart is vacant sittin' I know everything you say you meant it It's cool I ain't even gon' sweat it Nowadays I get it then spend it Nowadays I ain't worried about bitches Only thing on my mind is digits Might trip I find you in it [Chorus] Lil' mama exotic, lil' mama exotic Might fuck up my pocket My hitta unlock it And she know I got options And she know that I'm poppin' Her friends say, "Oh yeah he a dog yeah" Her other friend say, "He a wassa" I tell her do whatchu wanna Baby just don't miss your flight Yeah I know you feel the vibe And she do the things I like Yeah, she the exotic type Yeah, she the exotic type We gon' get it on tonight And she bad like every night [Verse 2] And she bad like Satan sent her Hold up baby girl, wait a minute And she know I ain't playin' with it Leave her drippin' every time I hit it And I ain't really worried 'bout niggas Four-five, your nine too little Cigar man like we lit up For your main time, I'll schedule Boss you up to another level Girl you bad said you got a lil' potential And she chase a bag, won't settle She like Louis V, Chanel and Kenzo Like look at the time on the Bezel I ain't no regular fella And she like my .38 special And hard to tell if she's special She say I make her head hurt She say I make her wetter She know I'm 'bout my bread first We gon' stack it together Baby girl, I like your vibe That's why I could drip [inaudible] Baby girl, you one of a kind I ain't never seen your type [Chorus] Lil' mama exotic, lil' mama exotic Might fuck up my pocket My hitta unlock it And she know I got options And she know that I'm poppin' Her friends say, "Oh yeah he a dog yeah" Her other friend say, "He a wassa" I tell her do whatchu wanna Baby just don't miss your flight Yeah I know you feel the vibe And she do the things I like Yeah, she the exotic type Yeah, she the exotic type We gon' get it on tonight And she bad like every night