Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
I know some niggas who spoke on my name Big body bag if you reach for my chain
Droppin' the top on this bitch, let it rain There's really no nigga who's been in my lane
No halle berry, I wait for the call I got him gone now blood on the wall
Bitch, this not a game, don't speak what you saw She tryna wrestle, I'm hittin' it raw
Eli the rapper, my name in the book Dollars on dollars, got old niggas shook
Shiesty mask, they gon' think I'm a crook Diamonds be dancin', I know she gon' look
She tryna f*ck, I'ma lay down the wood I know they mad, they be wishin' they could
I'm killin' records, I feel like I'm suge I stay with that Glock, bitch, I wish that you would
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Eli the Rapper - Exotic Lyrics
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Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
I know some niggas who spoke on my name Big body bag if you reach for my chain
Droppin' the top on this bitch, let it rain There's really no nigga who's been in my lane
No halle berry, I wait for the call I got him gone now blood on the wall
Bitch, this not a game, don't speak what you saw She tryna wrestle, I'm hittin' it raw
Eli the rapper, my name in the book Dollars on dollars, got old niggas shook
Shiesty mask, they gon' think I'm a crook Diamonds be dancin', I know she gon' look
She tryna f*ck, I'ma lay down the wood I know they mad, they be wishin' they could
I'm killin' records, I feel like I'm suge I stay with that Glock, bitch, I wish that you would
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
I know some niggas who spoke on my name Big body bag if you reach for my chain
Droppin' the top on this bitch, let it rain There's really no nigga who's been in my lane
No halle berry, I wait for the call I got him gone now blood on the wall
Bitch, this not a game, don't speak what you saw She tryna wrestle, I'm hittin' it raw
Eli the rapper, my name in the book Dollars on dollars, got old niggas shook
Shiesty mask, they gon' think I'm a crook Diamonds be dancin', I know she gon' look
She tryna f*ck, I'ma lay down the wood I know they mad, they be wishin' they could
I'm killin' records, I feel like I'm suge I stay with that Glock, bitch, I wish that you would
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Smokin' exotic, just know that I'm clutchin' Came from the jungle, you know that I'm huntin
Don't need promotion, I knew I was bumpin' Whole lot of money, no reason to front
Niggas keep trippin', I'm poppin the trunk After I'm workin', I need me a blunt
With a little Jack Dan, that shit got me drunk Finna go make a mill, be back in a month
Writer: Elijah Arrant
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