Lyrical Breakdown of Exotic (feat. Trippie Redd) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Exotic (feat. Trippie Redd)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Exotic (feat. Trippie Redd)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Real exotic pimping (Pimping)
Every bitch look different (Different)
Run up all them digits (Digits)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No)
Nigga, why you trippin'? (Trippin’, yeah)
Bitch, I get to flickin' (Flick, bow)
Ayy, rolling with the gang, gang, gang (Gang)
Talk down bitch, we gon' hit you with that flame (Flame)
We gon’ torch your ass bitch, we gon' shoot you with that thang (Thang)
Bang, bang, bang, blow a nigga brain (Buh)
Talking down on gang, pussy nigga, snatch your chain (Snatch it)
Fuck you and what you claim, nigga you's a lame (Lame)
In this Lambo, switching lanes (Skrrt)
Took your bitch to Raising Cane's (Cane's)
She get wet when I say her name (Haha)
Took that bitch home straight to change (Yeah)
Play with killers from the main (Yeah)
800 gang, 1400 gang (Yeah), nigga, what you bang? (Bang)
You's a weak link (Yeah), bitch, I'm Great Dane (Dane)
And I can't be tamed (Yeah), shooters say no names, yeah
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ha, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah, wait
Nah, yeah, yeah
Haha, huh, yeah
Real exotic pimping (Pimping)
Every bitch look different (ugh uh, Different, hello)
Run up all them digits (Digits, yeah, hello)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No, hello, yeah)
Nigga, why you trippin’? (Trippin’, yeah, uh)
Bitch I get to flickin' (Flick, bow, huh, yeah)
Yeah, and I really fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes)
Young nigga got a lot of hoes, uh, lot of hoes (Ooh, yeah)
IG hoes, Twitter hoes (uh, twitter hoes)
Snapchat, nigga got lots of hoes (Hello, slime)
Nigga off that lean, hol’ up
Nigga like to pop beans, hol' up
Niggas tryna sound like me, hol' up
Why you tryna be like me? Hol' on
Used to rock Hermes, hol’ up
Niggas don't know 'bout that (Okay)
And I bought a bag (Bag)
Hermes all on that (Yeah)
Nigga, check the check (Check)
Niggas can't see these checks (Checks)
Hundred thousand checks (Yeah)
Hundred thousand, yeah
Diamonds in my ears, these hoes fifty thousand (Woah, thousand, huh)
Tinted up my coupe, you can't even see who ridin'
Ha, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah
Nah, yeah, yeah (You know?)
Haha, huh, yeah
Real exotic pimping (Pimping)
Every bitch look different (Different)
Run up all them digits (Digits, yeah)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No, hello)
Nigga, why you trippin' (Trippin', yeah)
Bitch I get to flickin (Flick, bow, huh)
Real exotic pimping (Pimping, Pimping)
Every bitch look different (Different, yeah)
Run up all them digits (Digits)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Nah)
Nigga, why you trippin'? (Why?, Yeah)
Bitch I get to flickin (Yeah, flick flick, bow)