Lyrics Exotic - Burna Bandz

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