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Exotic (feat. Smooth Doee) Video (MV)




Performed By: The Price
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Christopher Price




The Price - Exotic (feat. Smooth Doee) Lyrics
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Yeah, Ha, Yeah, Ha, Yeah, Ha, Yeah, Ha
I started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla, Yeah
I know you wanna roll but my nigga I'm dolo
This shit ain't pro bono I need me more dollar
You want me to fold up make me sick ebola
I'm popping like Cola now you wanna follow
I'm balling like 23, I do shit that you see in a movie
Lil' bitch what your man made today in this doobie
If you ain't tryna pay well then move then
Lil' bitch in a Benz remember days in a hooptie
F*ck a nigga gotta stay from the goofies
I'm stuck to paper Money Man with the kufi
I can't tell no one shit cause they tryna use me
I had to win a nigga tired of losing
I bring the real around and fire the foolish
I put some Kevin Gates and Nike into it
Cause I ain't never getting tired I do it
I started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
Started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
You know a young nigga started from the bottom
I got the plug fronting me the product.
I ain't have nothing, started with a dollar
Now them young niggas asking how I got it
Don't worry about it, money in my pocket
These bitches like Capital One in my wallet
I ain't got nothing for you better stop it
All I got is dick for you and exotic
But you know I'm the shark in the fish tank
I be stepping on couches with big bank
Need my bitch like she Megan Thee Stallion
Eat this dick better not need no chaser
Peanut Butter Breath smoking the flavors
Never Ending Weekend making paper
Tropicana Cookies on the table
Smoking different flavors on my haters
I started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
Started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
I see ain't shit they can do with me
F*ck if a nigga late cause now you know
Now you know that ain't shit they can do with me
You know ain't shit they can do with me
I see ain't shit they can do with me
I'm on that Krizzle f*ck a hater f*ck a hoe
Run this shit up 'til they through with me
I run this shit up 'til they through with me
I see ain't shit they can do with me
I'm on that Krizzle f*ck a hater f*ck a hoe
Run this shit up 'til they through with me
I run this shit up 'til they through with me
Yeah, yeah, Prada my feet, Glock is my heat
I'm bout the chedder boy I don't do beef
I got a feast, out of the street
Come from the side where they don't come in peace
Dolo the wheel you cannot come with me
You just want a piece
Prada my feet, Glock is my heat
I'm bout the chedder boy I don't do beef
I got a feast, out of the street
Come from the side where they don't come in peace
Dolo the wheel you cannot come with me
You just want a piece
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Yeah, Ha, Yeah, Ha, Yeah, Ha, Yeah, Ha
I started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla, Yeah
I know you wanna roll but my nigga I'm dolo
This shit ain't pro bono I need me more dollar
You want me to fold up make me sick ebola
I'm popping like Cola now you wanna follow
I'm balling like 23, I do shit that you see in a movie
Lil' bitch what your man made today in this doobie
If you ain't tryna pay well then move then
Lil' bitch in a Benz remember days in a hooptie
F*ck a nigga gotta stay from the goofies
I'm stuck to paper Money Man with the kufi
I can't tell no one shit cause they tryna use me
I had to win a nigga tired of losing
I bring the real around and fire the foolish
I put some Kevin Gates and Nike into it
Cause I ain't never getting tired I do it
I started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
Started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
You know a young nigga started from the bottom
I got the plug fronting me the product.
I ain't have nothing, started with a dollar
Now them young niggas asking how I got it
Don't worry about it, money in my pocket
These bitches like Capital One in my wallet
I ain't got nothing for you better stop it
All I got is dick for you and exotic
But you know I'm the shark in the fish tank
I be stepping on couches with big bank
Need my bitch like she Megan Thee Stallion
Eat this dick better not need no chaser
Peanut Butter Breath smoking the flavors
Never Ending Weekend making paper
Tropicana Cookies on the table
Smoking different flavors on my haters
I started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
Started with nothing, now a nigga popping
Say what you had wanted? Bet a nigga got it
A young nigga high I'm chilling with the pilot
Cause I got a bag on me and it's exotic
Ain't tryna talk that shit ain't bout no profit
Might catch that boy popping shit when with the Prophet
Amidst of recording this made forty dollars
You ain't tryna order shit my nigga holla
I see ain't shit they can do with me
F*ck if a nigga late cause now you know
Now you know that ain't shit they can do with me
You know ain't shit they can do with me
I see ain't shit they can do with me
I'm on that Krizzle f*ck a hater f*ck a hoe
Run this shit up 'til they through with me
I run this shit up 'til they through with me
I see ain't shit they can do with me
I'm on that Krizzle f*ck a hater f*ck a hoe
Run this shit up 'til they through with me
I run this shit up 'til they through with me
Yeah, yeah, Prada my feet, Glock is my heat
I'm bout the chedder boy I don't do beef
I got a feast, out of the street
Come from the side where they don't come in peace
Dolo the wheel you cannot come with me
You just want a piece
Prada my feet, Glock is my heat
I'm bout the chedder boy I don't do beef
I got a feast, out of the street
Come from the side where they don't come in peace
Dolo the wheel you cannot come with me
You just want a piece
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Writer: Christopher Price
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