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B.A.M.A. - Exposure Lyrics



B.A.M.A. - Exposure Lyrics
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Hollow points in the nine milli
Hoe don't be silly, Oh really
Say she wanna come and get jiggy with the kid
Smoke a blunt and roll a philly with the kid
Say she like it on her face
Just don't get it in her wig
Let your top down
Let your hair blow
Gold hunnid spokes
Say that's the reason why she chose
I don't judge
It ain't my business if you playing with your nose
But the only white my hoes f*ckin wit is on they toes
I like composure
I ain't looking for exposure
Any bitch that played me over
Left the hoe with no closure
I'm a soldier baby
Do it how I told you
She nasty drunk
But know she mean it when she sober
This ain't that crunk
This that shit you wanna roll to
Right hand up on the fye
I'm backing in just how I'm pose to
They imposters
I'm a poster
They imposing
On my culture but they treat us like we jokesters
They think they super bad
These niggas really Fogle
Yo bitch built bad
My bitch shape Coca-Cola
I don't even drink soda
But everything I piss is golden
Old school 88
The G-body of a Lotus
We looked up to the drug dealers Nigga f*ck your potus
We looked up to the drug dealers
Nigga f*ck your potus
Hold me tight, and let your feelings go ever
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Hollow points in the nine milli
Hoe don't be silly, Oh really
Say she wanna come and get jiggy with the kid
Smoke a blunt and roll a philly with the kid
Say she like it on her face
Just don't get it in her wig
Let your top down
Let your hair blow
Gold hunnid spokes
Say that's the reason why she chose
I don't judge
It ain't my business if you playing with your nose
But the only white my hoes f*ckin wit is on they toes
I like composure
I ain't looking for exposure
Any bitch that played me over
Left the hoe with no closure
I'm a soldier baby
Do it how I told you
She nasty drunk
But know she mean it when she sober
This ain't that crunk
This that shit you wanna roll to
Right hand up on the fye
I'm backing in just how I'm pose to
They imposters
I'm a poster
They imposing
On my culture but they treat us like we jokesters
They think they super bad
These niggas really Fogle
Yo bitch built bad
My bitch shape Coca-Cola
I don't even drink soda
But everything I piss is golden
Old school 88
The G-body of a Lotus
We looked up to the drug dealers Nigga f*ck your potus
We looked up to the drug dealers
Nigga f*ck your potus
Hold me tight, and let your feelings go ever
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Writer: LaPatrick Pettway
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Performed By: B.A.M.A.
Language: English
Length: 1:28
Written by: LaPatrick Pettway

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