Exotic lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I blow three blunts before lunch and turn a rapper into dinner
Serve the East side taught me Bel-Air Shopping Center
The West side, these n*ggas call me Green Field Plaza
You ain't got no connect n*gga, you copping from El Blaga
Continue on the saga, your mouth is Fierce as Sasha
Making millions off the girls, I'm Beyonce's father
I'm sitting in the Charger, you n*ggas Lady Gaga
Left my car charger, CD changer no Carter
Dwayne or Shawn, Sean Price mixed with Lil' Jon
Off the fifth of rum, piff in my lungs
f*cking two Asian b*tches 'til they couldn't c*m
And when them hoes squirt it tastes like Hong Kong Wonton
They said, "Oh my, biggest di*k I've ever seen"
Showed her on the webcam, she start licking the screen
Next week we party putting coke all up in her nose
Just me, my n*gga Luke and a house full of hoes

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
And it's coke on the corner, guns in the closet
Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
Money on the mantle, f*ck direct deposit
Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics
And it's coke on the corner, guns in the closet
Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
Money on the mantle, f*ck direct deposit
Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics
[Verse 2: Dopehead]
That Cutty steering wheel all wood like a beaver bed
Your b*tch neck move faster than cheetah legs
Nike 6.0's look like Zebra heads
Wack MC's, I eat 'em like pita bread... rappers
I voicemail your best b*tch
In the hood, hoes give me more throat than neck strength
All I want is money, cash no checks
I swear the sight of kushy makes her pus*y so wet
I say my flow cold as the walls in the precinct
I'm a monster, eat pus*y like Wheat Thins
I'm a rock star without a guitar
My chocolate melts in your girl mouth, Mr. Goodbar
And it's weed on the corner, guns on the target
Shorty going crazy, sniffing coke in the closet
While I'm sitting on the toilet puffing on exotics
b*tch busts in the bathroom and f*cking vomits

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
And it's coke on the corner, guns in the closet
Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
Money on the mantle, f*ck direct deposit
Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics
And it's coke on the corner, guns in the closet
Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
Money on the mantle, f*ck direct deposit
Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics