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MIXED AND MASTERED BY JOHN SORTO

WEST WING DELUXE

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LYRICS:

Exitallure.com
Bitch
Hey, I been rockin’ that coat of arms
I’m tweakin’ off xanny bars
And I got her on call
She take over all
She ride no handlebars
And I got a thousand broads
And they ain’t wear no bra
Swear to God I’m off

Got me feelin’ like woah
You know how that shit go
I got a thousand hoes
Yuh, and they ready to go
I ain’t finna dumb it down for all you stupid hoes
Pack yo’ bags, pack yo’ things
Yeah, you gotta go

Hey, my shit locked down
Creep around, it make no sound
Hey, play that shit loud
Play it out for the whole damn town
Hey, not lettin’ you down
Just wanna fuck around
Just wanna count amounts
Just wanna, Just wanna

I been rockin’ that coat of arms
I’m tweakin’ off xanny bars
And I got her on call
She take over all
She ride no handlebars
And I got a thousand broads
And they ain’t wear no bra
Swear to God I’m off

My diamonds encrusted
And yeah, you disgusting 
If you ran outta bitches
You ran outta money
Theres gotta be something
I skrrt off the Cadillac
I got abundance 
You gotta be dummy
I take over city
Then take hold of country
I got a whole army of troops
And they ready to fire

Steal yo’ life like the theif of the night
And my fit, I’m dressin’ all white
Yo’ bitch not actin’ alright
I swipe cards like hoes
That bitch can’t keep her legs closed
Ball on a lil’ bitch like pro
Woah, woah

I been rockin’ that coat of arms
I’m tweakin’ off xanny bars
And I got her on call
She take over all
She ride no handlebars
And I got a thousand broads
And they ain’t wear no bra
Swear to God I’m off

I swear to God I’m off, hoe
(I rock the coat of arms)
I swear to God I’m off, hoe
(I rock the coat of arms)
I swear to God, I swear to God
(The coat of arms)
I swear to, I swear to
I swear to God

COAT OF ARMS (prod. twohvns)

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LYRICS:

Ooo, uhh, ooo, uhh, ooo, ahh
Ooo, uhh, ooo, uhh, ooo, ahh
(Exitallure.com, bitch)
Ooo, uhh, ooo, uhh, ooo, ahh
Ooo, ahh

I’ma shoot you like Jango
Fett, I got the bankroll
And I put a bitch on the payroll
Unleash the beast, and the gang go
The jacket got scales like a gator
Actually, it’s kinda like Rango
Fit got the drip like a raincoat
You flexin’ yo’ bread, but its day old

Cold blooded, snake coat
Cold blooded, stay cold
Cold blooded, snake coat
Cold blooded, stay cold
She wanna kick it like Cobra Kai
I fuck yo’ bitch, and I dont know why
Smoke on yo’ homeboy, black & mild
I’m tryna see, like who’s outside

They like, “Who’s out there?”
West Wing, everywhere
Polo, I wear, Polo, I wear
Polo, I wear, everywhere

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh
Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

Wait a minute
I tote bricks in here
Wait a minute
Get a medic in here
Wait a minute
Shut the motherfuckin’ place down
Like, wait a minute 
Leave ‘em face down 

I’ma shoot you like Jango
Fett, I got the bankroll
And I put a bitch on the payroll
Unleash the beast, and the gang go
The jacket got scales like a gator
Actually, it’s kinda like Rango
Fit got the drip like a raincoat
You flexin’ yo’ bread, and its day old

West Wing shit, I got a lil' cabinet
I take yo’ bitch and you know I be stabbin' it
Bust in her teeth, and she got a lil' cavity
I take yo’ weed and we burn all the evidence
Ever since you all gon' talk out my name
I'm gon' kill you and parade you everywhere
I ain't gon' lie to your face
I ain't gon' leave no trace

I tell ‘em when to throw, like Belichick
I ain't fuckin' wit you hoes, I'm celibate
Don't group me with the people I'm better than
Ain't fuckin' with the lows, I'm relevant
Don't put me wit the brick, I'm sellin' it
Don't put me wit the opps, I'm wettin’ ‘em
Don't put me in the Lam' I'm wreckin' it
Don't put me on the block, I'm steppin' in

You heard bout it, now you seen that

JANGO RANGO (prod. twohvns)

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LYRICS:

Exitallure.com
Bitch

I’m a big bag runner
She doin’ what I wanna
Count them numbers
I know ‘em by the hundreds 
Bitch act dumber
She ain’t gettin my number

Listen
Gettin’ to the bag
You know I’m countin’ racks, hoe
Whippin’ all the splash
And she call me her dad, hoe
Semi automatic
You know this shit get tragic, hoe
Do it democratic
We livin’ in the West Wing, tho

She want an ice tray
Ion know that hoe
But she do it my way
I say “Ok hoe”
But she gon’ die away
Yeah, she not for long
I might love her tho
We bangin’ off the wall

Almost lost my mind
Cuz I’m in love wit bitch
Almost cost me time
By spendin’ time with bitch
Goin’ down that line
We gon’ break a brick

I’m a big bag runner
She doin’ what I wanna
Count them numbers
I know ‘em by the hundreds 
Bitch act dumber
She ain’t gettin my number

Whatcha heard bro
2 days on my 3rd O
Flexing paper money
I know that he still broke 
I don’t leave the crib
But I buy so much damn clothes
I don’t need no bitch 
But I still like to get close
I might take her to the West Wing
When EA ain’t home
Yeah, you bought that shirt to lose it on a stretcher, hoe
This bitch said we fucked
I think that i forgot that hoe
Think I forgot that bitch
Hit you through limo tint
All that barking irrelevant 
Broke as hell, I was hittin cars
I was sellin shit
Riding round tryna find a lick
Said imma get it by any means
Imma make sure my mama rich

I’m a big bag runner
She doin’ what I wanna
Count them numbers
I know ‘em by the hundreds 
Bitch act dumber
She ain’t gettin my number

NUMBERS (feat. Stevie Goyard) (prod. twohvns)

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LYRICS:

Exitallure.com
Bitch

Salute when you talkin’ to me
No talking, aye
She wanna run around and run her mouth, aye
Take my pockets out, and spread ‘em out, aye
Don’t hear what you sayin’, say it loud, aye
Aye, aye, I don’t know what to say
Aye, aye, I’m makin’ money plays
Aye, aye, the greatest shit to date
Aye, aye, I’m so serious, no smile on face 

Her favorite color red white blue
I’m blue white red
I’ma flip the system on yo’ sinnin’ sister’s head
Trappin’ on a racecar bed, I’m boutta shred
I been on my skateboard shit, I’m boutta shred

Cranky like a baby, I’ma put yo’ ass to bed
I ain’t got no time to waste, I’m killin’ ‘em instead 
I can’t cry about a bitch, and beggin’ her to stay
Leave the rest to me, I’m takin’ this to homeplate

I ride in the motorcade
I ride in the motorcade
Play wit her pussy, It’s not arcade
Say my fit is not on flames
Say my actions not deranged 
He was broke, he need some change
Now he up, and now he changed

Salute when you talkin’ to me
No talking, aye
She wanna run around and run her mouth, aye
Take my pockets out, and spread ‘em out, aye
Don’t hear what you sayin’, say it loud, aye
Aye, aye, I don’t know what to say
Aye, aye, I’m makin’ money plays
Aye, aye, the greatest shit to date
Aye, aye, I’m so serious, no smile on face

I’m poppin’ the mollies
Droppin’ the bodies
We gon’ shoot all these damn cameras 
They ain’t seen nobody
I just wanna be there for you
You ain’t for nobody
Why you leave me in the darkness 
For another party 

I don’t want no hoes
I just want some drugs and clothes
Yeah, they jealous, hoe
Make ‘em jealous, hoe

No walking
No options
Just drop it
Just pop it
Just lock it
Just suck it
And salute, aye

I push down a brick, hoe
I push down a stick, ya know
I had to tear down the door
I put a motherfuckin’ fence on a hoe
Might give her lil backshots, hoe
Dividends, dividends for the dough 
If I cash out my check 
You best not leave yo’ home

Just calm down, don’t stop this
Touched down in Texas, like Austin
Put a padlock on a watch, bitch
Can’t tell time when you off this
You might as well never bought this
You might as well never copped this
I cut ya cards, can’t buy shit
I cut ya cards, can’t buy shit
Like blue jay, gon’ flock this
That gang gang gon’ pop shit
Tell ‘em drop down gimmie 50 pushups
Like I’m a damn sergeant

Salute
And I told ‘em salute
And I told ‘em salute
And I told ‘em salute

Salute when you talkin’ to me
No talking, aye
She wanna run around and run her mouth, aye
Take my pockets out, and spread ‘em out, aye
Don’t hear what you sayin’, say it loud, aye
Aye, aye, I don’t know what to say
Aye, aye, I’m makin’ money plays
Aye, aye, the greatest shit to date
Aye, aye, I’m so serious, no smile on face

NUMBERS (feat. Stevie Goyard) (prod. twohvns)

exitallure (@exitallure)