Exotic (Original)* lyrics

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah) Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh, ayy

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimpin' (Pimpin’, uh)
Every b*tch look different (Different, uh)
Run up all them digits (Digits, uh)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Different, nah)
n*gga, why you trippin'? (Trippin', yeah)
b*tch I get to flickin’ (Flickin', bow)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, rolling with the gang-gang-gang
Talk down b*tch, we gon' hit you with that flame
We gon' torch your ass b*tch, we gon' shoot you with that thang
Bang-bang-bang, blow a n*gga brains
Talking down on gang, pus*y n*gga, snatch your chain
f*ck you and what you claim, n*gga you's a lame
In this Lambo, switching lanes
Took your b*tch to Raising Cane's
She get wet when I say her name
Took that b*tch home straight to change
Play with killers from the main
800 gang, 1400 gang
n*gga, what you bang?
You's a weak link
b*tch, I’m Great Dane
And I can’t be tamed
Shooters say no names
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah, no, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimpin' (Pimpin’, uh)
Every b*tch look different (Different, uh)
Run up all them digits (Digits, uh)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Different, nah)
n*gga, why you trippin'? (Trippin', yeah)
b*tch I get to flickin' (Flickin’, bow)

[Verse 2: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that blicky
Strapped up Jimmy
Give her D, no Mickey
Pullin' on a Remy
Suck on this di*k, don't kiss
I'm on drugs, ain't got no limit
In the street, this sh*t get wicked, yeah
Ayy, wicked, wicked, wicked, we don't do it for an image
f*ck around with the gang, get 'em gone, get 'em finished
I ain't sleepin' with the fishes, I send her to the clinic
Bro, don't worry 'bout that action, they don't even wanna scrimmage
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimpin' (Pimpin', uh)
Every b*tch look different (Different, uh)
Run up all them digits (Digits, uh)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Different, nah)
n*gga, why you trippin'? (Trippin', yeah)
b*tch I get to flickin' (Flickin', bow)

[Verse 3: A1Billionaire]
I love Trippie Redd
Adios
Chopper hit your face, take off your nose
I don't know, yeah
f*ckin' with this b*tch across the globe (Yeah, yeah)
If she f*ckin' with my pimpin'
Watch this chopper get to spittin'
Du-du-du, now you a victim
We got guns like Red Redemption
Had that weight and I was [?]
b*tch, I'm ballin' in your district
Turn your block to a bar mitzvah
These n*ggas funny, no more Simpsons
And that b*tch thought you were Griffin
n*ggas talkin' 'bout they block until we pull up and we off 'em
[?] option [?] in space on autopilot
Don't want your b*tch 'cause she got mileage
She give brain, like, what is college?
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