Dopehead - Exotic lyrics

[Verse 1] I blow three blunts before lunch and turn a rapper into dinner Serve the East side taught me Bel-Air Shopping Center The West side, these n***as call me Green Field Plaza You ain't got no connect n***a, you copping from El Blaga Continue on the saga, your mouth is Fierce as Sasha Making millions off the girls, I'm Beyonce's father I'm sitting in the Charger, you n***as Lady Gaga Left my car charger, CD changer no Carter Dwayne or Shawn, Sean Price mixed with Lil' Jon Off the fifth of rum, piff in my lungs f**ing two Asian b**hes 'til they couldn't cum And when them hoes squirt it's like Hong Kong Wonton They said, "Oh my, biggest dick I've ever seen" Showed her on the webcam, she start licking the screen Next week we party putting coke all up in her nose Just me, my n***a Luke and a house full of hoes [Hook] And it's coke on the corner, guns in the closet Pills on the table, blowing on exotics Money on the mantle, f** direct deposit Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics [Verse 2: Dopehead] That Cutty steering wheel all wood like a beaver bed Your b**h neck move faster than cheetah legs Nike 6.0's look like Zebra heads Wack MC's, I eat 'em like pita bread... rappers I voicemail your best b**h In the hood, hoes give me more throat than neck strength All I want is money, cash no checks I swear the sight of kushy makes her p**y so wet I say my flow cold as the walls in the precinct I'm a monster, eat p**y like Wheat Thins I'm a rock star without a guitar My chocolate melts in your girl mouth, Mr. Goodbar And it's weed on the corner, guns on the target Shorty going crazy, sniffing coke in the closet While I'm sitting on the toilet puffing on exotics b**h busts in the bathroom and f**ing vomits [Hook]