Текст песни 2 EXOTIC - OneLast Rose

The Chemist, The Chemist, The Chemist
Mmm, yeah, brand new gas it's too exotic
Brand new bitch I'm too exotic
Out the lot we do not park it
Skirt the whip I mean like rock it
.223 blow you like rocket
I got nothin' on my niggas, nothin' but bricks
Gas is too exotic, my bitch too exotic
My fit be too exotic, my whip be too exotic
My haters out of pocket, my chains cost Elon pockets
Too close, I might just pop it

New whip, new chain, new swag, new bag
Smoke yo man, that's ass
Yeah, yo chain is glass, got amino in this gas
Richer and richer, I sleep with the past
Need a new bag like I need a new drag
You a lame nigga, go get you a class
I hit once and I move out of town
Smoke a lot, get that shit by the pound
Fuck that girl, I don't want her around
Countin' money, I count it year round
Got the 40, It love the air out
Hold your lid, you don't want your brain out
In my city, they love to air out

Too exotic, too exotic, too exotic
Too exotic, too exotic, too exotic
Mmm, yeah, brand new gas, it's too exotic
Brand new bitch, I'm too exotic
Out the lot we do not park it
Skrrt the whip, I mean I rock it
.223 blow you like rocket
I got nothin' on my nigga, nothin' but bricks
Gas is too exotic, my bitch too exotic
My fit be too exotic, my whip be too exotic
My haters out of pocket, my chains cost Elon pockets
Too close, I might just pop it
The Chemist