Lyrics Baby Smoove – Exotic Talk
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I taste this cookie, and I smoke with’ every hit
I just can’t put my time into any old bitch
Ain’t no rules with a rat, if he snitch, then he snitch
Everywhere I go, shit, I smell like ten zips
Ten niggas play with me, then I’m sendin’ ten hits
Every time it’s me and Meech, they just know that it’s a hitch
Turned out another deal, a hundred-thousand ain’t it
Bitch, I’m sippin’ juice while I’m countin’ up a check
I just need her bean and a little bit of head
She suck me in the whip, we ain’t make it to the bed
Sloppy roll of twenties, I can spread it to my leg
Hit the Union wearin’ BAPE, I got sauce I can’t give
Been smokin’ for an hour ’cause this wood so big
Safe a thousand square foot is what I’m thinkin’ for the crib
My bitch need a bib, she make messes on the kid
I don’t sleep by myself, I got guns in the bed
If we leave right at twelve, we’ll make it there by ten
Everything’s more money, I need more rubber bands
She give me a couple months, put new jewelry in her hand
This exotic as the weed that I’m havin’
Keep some niggas hatin’ ’cause they only ’bout action
Don’t care if we cool, I might fuck around and tax you
I ain’t tell you the price ’cause I know you ain’t got it
I love foreign cars, used to want me a Marauder
Got niggas’ pillow talkin’ ’cause they know that I’m a problem
Told that bitch stay with’ you, I can’t be her first option
I was hittin’ back streets on the road past the mountains
I went and got some money, I ain’t sittin’ around poutin’
I went and got some money, now I’m sittin’ around countin’
Sleepwalkin’ to the money in my dreams, I can count it
These bitches so loose they let anybody pop
But mine got hoes lined up to do whatever if I call ’em
I make shit happen, I don’t do too much talkin’
Learn from my mistakes, I don’t ever take losses
Nigga talkin’ loose, put his head up for auction
The streets ain’t for me, niggas snitchin’ too often
I been drinkin’ my water, drinkin’ lean less often
Makin’ real money so I’m seen less often
You ain’t lyin’, son, if you ain’t do so much talkin’
Chain smokin’, just me, gotta a nigga coughin’
This exotic as the weed that I’m havin’
Keep some niggas hatin’ ’cause they only ’bout action
Don’t care if we cool, I might fuck around and tax you
I ain’t tell you the price ’cause I know you ain’t got it
I love foreign cars, used to want me a Marauder
Got niggas pillow, ’cause they, ay (‘Cause they know that I’m a problem)
Let that bitch stay with’ you, I can’t be her first (Option)
I was (Ay) on the road past the mountains
Went and got some, I ain’t sittin’ around (Ay)
Went and got some, I ain’t sittin’ around (Ay)
