Lyrics Nessly – Exfoliate & Faint

I just got off tour and copped a condo
Let me give you a tour
I just got off tour, and I want some
Let me exfoliate your pores

I just got off tour and now I’m balling like I’m Rondo
Counting up real early in the morning like Alonzo
Flood this shit like Elliot, I’ll still give you a light show
My pocket FN tight but my hips don’t need a night glow
I ain’t even Curry, I got green thumbs
Like Ayesha Curry, my bitch ballin’ (swish)
I brought my gang, look like security in the mall with me
Bust down a forty, one millimeter, it costs a small fifty

I just got off tour and copped a condo
Let me give you a tour
I just got off tour, and I want some
Let me exfoliate your pores

I’m from the mud, I’m from the sediment
I’m finna make her change her skin regiment
I’m ’bout to whip it like it’s eggs benedict
Put you on CNN with the F&N
Broke bitch throw it back for a Mac gift card
Know your nigga get mad, Ferrari in your front yard
Ooh this not for TV, this not NBC
When she drop that ass on me, now she dancing with the stars
I ain’t talking ’bout no freestyle, but I give her bars
Break her off like a Kit-Kat, she wan’ fuck me on Mars

I just got off tour and copped a condo
Let me give you a tour
I just got off tour, and I want some
Let me exfoliate your pores, yeah

Drank so many Sprites that I fainted
Dose off to the inflight entertainment
Right wrist fifty, left one is an eighty
All these pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes
Hold that talking if you thought you was gon’ play me
Come with that bag or we gon’ send you down to Grady
But we’re the same if you late, or you flake
I lost my accent ’cause I’m always out of state, yeah, ayy

Wake up every morning thinking how much money can I make
Ordered ten plates, waiter thought I was on a date
These bitches Australian or something, all they want to do is mate
All these bitches wanna date me, tell ’em all they gotta wait
Yeah, shawty fine like wine, bust her down like a grape
Whippin’ up them babies, ship ’em off inside a crate
Play her like a ukulele, my bitch fresh like a laylee
I’m the football Brady, Gucci on her like a cape
Yeah, and my life like gravy, ’cause there’s so much at stake
Niggas stole my swag, had to tell ’em it was late
It just turned 2018, I did that 2008
Heard some good things about her, blow me up ’til I inflate

Drank so many Sprites that I fainted
Dose off to the inflight entertainment
Right wrist fifty, left one is an eighty
All these pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes
Hold that talking if you thought you was gon’ play me
Come with that bag or we gon’ send you down to Grady
But we’re the same if you late, or you flake
I lost my accent ’cause I’m always out of state, yeah, ayy