BM - Exposure Lyrics

Hollow points in the nine milli, ho don't be silly, o' really[00:07.70]Say she wanna come and get jiggy with the kid[00:10.17]Smoke a blunt and roll the philly with the kid[00:12.33]Say she like it on her face, just don't get it in her wig[00:15.88]Let your top down, let your hair blow[00:18.25]Gold hunnid spokes, say that's the reason why[00:20.95]She chose[00:21.44]I don't judge, it ain't my business if you playing with your nose[00:23.62]But the only white my hoes, f*ckin wit is[00:25.67]On they toes I like composure,[00:27.74]I ain't looking for exposure[00:29.13]Any bitch that played me over, left the hoe with no closure[00:32.63]I'm a soldier baby, do it how I told you She nasty drunk but know she mean it when she sober[00:38.17]This ain't that crunk, this that shit you[00:40.02]want to roll to[00:40.73]Right hand up on the fire, I'm backing in[00:42.35]Just how I'm pose to[00:43.76]They imposters, I'm a poster, they imposing[00:46.69]On my culture but they treat us like we jokesters[00:49.43]They think they super bad, these niggas really[00:51.30]Fogle[00:52.14]Yo bitch built bad, my bitch shape Coca-Cola[00:54.61]I don't even drink soda, but everything I piss is golden[00:57.53]Old school 88, the G-body the over lotus[01:00.33]We looked up to the drug dealers nigga[01:02.64]F*ck your potus[01:03.22]We looked up to the drug dealers, nigga, f*ck[01:05.29]Your potus[01:07.79]Hold me tight, and let your feelings go ever