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Expose Video (MV)




Performed By: Gaige FTH
Length: 3:17
Written by: Gaige FTH, Gaige Garza




Gaige FTH - Expose Lyrics




I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie Im finna expose the truth
Duckin down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposin the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you

Knew you nothing but a low life fool
You stole my phone but she know the truth
I'll bring down the ceiling or maybe the roof
I'm smokin on gas you smokin on goof
Not other dudes don't hop in a coop
Just started I'm whippin a malibu

Got no a/c, AZ
But I'm whippin it daily
Still driven her crazy
Lately she been actin outta wack
She checkin my snapchat
On my story I'm whippin the Cadillac
Brodie's rollin in the back back
Car overflow when the smokestacks
No slacks
Wearing skinny jeans so I can get in between
I'm hittin your girl in your sheets
Eat it and beat it
Oh that was your girl I hit it last weekend She let me nut in her peaches
Either a dawg or a demon

I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie I'm finna expose the truth
Duckin down low
I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie I'm finna Expose the truth
Ducking down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposing the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you
Knew it was you

Knew you was opps
Don't even know you I think you are blocked
You using a sock I'm usin your thot
She like the way I drip when I step and I walk
I walk In the club Ion notice em
Think I'm oblivious I know how this end
I f*ck her like once or maybe again
She don't hit me I hit up her friends
Ain't got no room for a friend
I hit it in front then backwards again
Y'all tryna blend I'm tryna pop out
You chick got my dick in her mouth
She do it for the clout I do it for the guala I heard that the dollar is the root of all evil
If that is the case call me evil kenevil Gaige FTH doing nothing that's legal
Keepin it lethal
We are not one in the same not even equals

F*ck all this hate
I can see all open your mind like a gate You open her legs you get maced
I open her legs I get praised
You throwin that shade I'm not fazed
I'm all right I shine like a light
She think she my girl I keep her one night
Can't have no wife cut off with a knife Exposing the truth I knew it was you
My feelings not slight
My feelings not slight
My Feelings not slight

I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie Im finna expose the truth
Duckin down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposin the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you
Knew it was you
I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie Im finna expose the truth
Duckin down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposin the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you
Knew it was you
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I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie Im finna expose the truth
Duckin down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposin the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you

Knew you nothing but a low life fool
You stole my phone but she know the truth
I'll bring down the ceiling or maybe the roof
I'm smokin on gas you smokin on goof
Not other dudes don't hop in a coop
Just started I'm whippin a malibu

Got no a/c, AZ
But I'm whippin it daily
Still driven her crazy
Lately she been actin outta wack
She checkin my snapchat
On my story I'm whippin the Cadillac
Brodie's rollin in the back back
Car overflow when the smokestacks
No slacks
Wearing skinny jeans so I can get in between
I'm hittin your girl in your sheets
Eat it and beat it
Oh that was your girl I hit it last weekend She let me nut in her peaches
Either a dawg or a demon

I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie I'm finna expose the truth
Duckin down low
I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie I'm finna Expose the truth
Ducking down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposing the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you
Knew it was you

Knew you was opps
Don't even know you I think you are blocked
You using a sock I'm usin your thot
She like the way I drip when I step and I walk
I walk In the club Ion notice em
Think I'm oblivious I know how this end
I f*ck her like once or maybe again
She don't hit me I hit up her friends
Ain't got no room for a friend
I hit it in front then backwards again
Y'all tryna blend I'm tryna pop out
You chick got my dick in her mouth
She do it for the clout I do it for the guala I heard that the dollar is the root of all evil
If that is the case call me evil kenevil Gaige FTH doing nothing that's legal
Keepin it lethal
We are not one in the same not even equals

F*ck all this hate
I can see all open your mind like a gate You open her legs you get maced
I open her legs I get praised
You throwin that shade I'm not fazed
I'm all right I shine like a light
She think she my girl I keep her one night
Can't have no wife cut off with a knife Exposing the truth I knew it was you
My feelings not slight
My feelings not slight
My Feelings not slight

I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie Im finna expose the truth
Duckin down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposin the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you
Knew it was you
I wake up to die it be miserable
Step up to the mic and get ridiculed
You livin a lie Im finna expose the truth
Duckin down low think I wouldn't notice you
Exposin the truth
Dressed so cold I'm sick with the flue
Knew it was you
Knew it was you
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Writer: Gaige FTH, Gaige Garza
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