Lil $ave - Exotics

Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning (Uh-huh)
Melatonin how It taste before I get to snoring (Yeah)
Head spinning In circles like the ceiling fan (Uh-huh)
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man (Yeah)

In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me skydive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like mikes

Check me out, fully decked out
Check my bank account
Low key cashing out
In the kitchen cutting bread now

I live on the screen like I'm cinematic
Pot of gold but no one can have It
Good grades like math classes
Forget the fraction, Ima' count mathematics

Cutting you off, no strings attached
Spend my money then make it back
The weight scales already reach the max
Maybe because my pockets are so fat

Bruce Lee, I'm making moves
One inch punch get hit you lose
You want beef, Ima' serve it out the drive through
You're bitch a thot and I play her like GameCube

Love my fans but fuck the haters
Say I'm fake but you're chains are faker
You a tod, small ass toddler
Money on racks but mine stay taller

I still feel defeated
Sometimes I feel so mistreated
Agh, I wanna have 20/20 vision
See what bad bitches I'm really missing

Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning (Uh-huh)
Melatonin how It taste before I get to snoring (Yeah)
Head spinning In circles like the ceiling fan (Uh-huh)
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man (Yeah)

In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me skydive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like mikes

Say cheese for the cam
D in her mouth like she barely passed an exam
Red at the stop light, hit it from the back like a traffic jam
You know who I am green eggs and ham oh Sam I am
Lil Ave killing this shit once again

Got a bad bitch and she's on my line
Got a Rolex and she worth my time

Cute ass bitch with some cute ass friends
One night stand, Ima' hit again
Repeating, no shuffle
Making my moves, no fucking huddle

So when I pull up, Ima' pull up hot
So when I pull out, Ima' shoot like swat
No bitch want the smoke
Magnums on me, XXL extendo

Put my defenders on skates like hockey
Drive to the paint, Im'a catch me a body
Do this everyday like a goddamn hobby
One of a kind like my ego, can't stop me

I'm so aggressive, ADHD
I'm so obsessive, PTSD
Every time I win it's because you lose
Now tell me, what's your girlfriends mouth do

Exotics to the face when I wake up in the morning (Uh-huh)
Melatonin how It taste before I get to snoring (Yeah)
Head spinning In circles like the ceiling fan (Uh-huh)
Feeling like Steve Urkel before I was a man (Yeah)

In my room playing Xbox getting top right
Then she said she was falling for me skydive
A gut feeling says something don't feel right
She doesn't she's another flavor like mikes

Check me out, fully decked out
Check my bank account
Low key cashing out
In the kitchen cutting bread now

I live on the screen like I'm cinematic
Pot of gold but no one can have It
Good grades like math classes
Forget the fraction, Ima' count mathematics

Cutting you off, no strings attached
Spend my money then make it back
The weight scales already reach the max
Maybe because my pockets are so fat

Bruce Lee, I'm making moves
One inch punch get hit you lose
You want beef, Ima' serve it out the drive through
You're bitch a thot and I play her like GameCube

Written by:
Averyn Allen

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