Joe Exotic ft. Slogan Boo Lyrics

Fuck the fire, we got grease

Yeah, we got Japanese bitches

We got a lot of money

Oh, it's Bluestrip, baby

A lot of charisma

The bows in the food saver

Baby, come chill with us at the cool table

We here shootin' dice on the pool table

When we done, I'ma fuck you on the pool table

Stay poe'd up, count the pape slow

I just want pineapple mango

Wrapped the Burberry on the Draco

Marlo, my demon, my angel

They can't hate on us cause we make more

Try to stop my lane, so I made a road

Yeah, I blow this shit, that's what I made it from

Made it more, I'm online lookin' up Louis baby clothes

I came in Gucci to the ankles

Bitch, I feel like Kurt Angle

Bitch, ate my socks, twist the ankle

Bitch, hit me up if you bought it

Had to say twin, he was drownin

She wanna get slimed anaconda

You ever been slammed on your Bonnet

Make my ex sick, make her vomit

No, you don't put loyalty over dollars

Watch how the bitch chase me down in my comments

Serving up dada

You know I had pape on my mama

Might spend it all on Brianna

Man, this shit here enchilada

Aim at his medulla oblongata

Love it when she call me Big Poppa

Saying that she love me, bitch, stop it

This shit here all profit

Still hot Supreme up in box

V-Lone still in plastic

Baby, I'm just heavy into fashion

Baby, I'm just heavy into trapping

Wanna be two feet in rapping

But this shit don't buy me crap legs

Japanese violins

FN strapped in

Ran all out, came back again

Everybody take a loss, get back and win

Don't stop, get a couple M's

More drip, boy, we came to swim

Japanese paintbrush, painting him

How Her ass fat and her waist slim

I know you hate his him

Finna bake the Timbs

Love be fake, but the hate for real

Niggas play tough, be the Jake for real

I can't stop selling raw when it pay these bills

I swear I hate that bitch that made Chanel

Counting this money, I've been aging well

Eating up lobster, cajun tails

Chinese V's like Jet Li

I'm a jazzist, don't at me

I know some juice heads will pour up in a Pepsi

When I'm off the Norci don't stress me

I might hit the Windy City in the midwinter

Bitch, just to get a windbreaker

Lil' bitch make my eyes like the Undertaker

Yeah, it's toxic, but I love to hate her

Now hunnid after hunnid, keep it coming, baby

Hunnid after hunnid, keep it coming, baby

These boys upset, we in that gallery dept

Balling this year, check the salary cap

Throw them Norcs on me like a battery pack

I'm loving here in Cali, wherever we at

You tied in forever, you will never be tapped

Fucked her three times, off whatever I had

You see that shit on me? I'm married to that

I treat her like nothing, he wanna marry her ass

Used to put pressure on these hoes, I'm back

I know what you is, I can never be that

Sip, say a prayer, hope I never get wacked

Dog, if you want her, I'll give you her back

Had to jump out my feelings to get in my bag

If you want it, I'll give you a bag

First the feds come, then it all go bad

Lost all I had

I seen her try her best, try to hold me back

If you ain't hold me down, I'ma hoe your ass

It's Blue Strip, baby