Lyrics

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 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 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 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 Baby girl, you one of a kind I ain't never seen your type 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
Writer(s): Traequan Mahoney, Joshua Veysey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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