Lyrics:
dying of farming and global proxy war every day
Feel me, let's go
Fuck it up, dope it up, jack it up
It is a motherfucking world Jigga baller
We've got
the corners and shoot down the street
Niggas shoot shoot sharp glances at white women
Nigga shoot dope into their arm
Niggas shoot guns and rifles on New
My flow is cold like Mr. Freeze
I spit so smooth cause I rhyme with ease
That thang be thicc like some double D's
The name's Big Lang can't fuck with
with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in
that walter kween
Don't go to sleep, so you can't sale me a dream
Water By G, No Eliente
I had to talk to em
Like my name Lil Keed
I might hit
children
It don't make sense
I ain't the one for that
You got me messed up
I ain't gonna lie
Man, old white men don't know Jack
For real
I think they're
No matter what I'm living so large
Big money like I'm in the Ozarks
Aye I'm back baby
I'm bout to pop like I'm Jack baby
White boy on the track but I
(Hello?)
Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims
out of gas
Yo, I gotta pull up in this gas station real quick
Yo, I'll pump, y'all grab some jacks here
Did your fat ass just say get some snacks?
dollars on my jack, goin' stupid (okay)
Back outside, every time, it's a new fit (okay)
Niggas love to lie, gotta tell 'em what the truth is (okay)
shut up
But Jack was wack, nobody cared
Or maybe all his niggas there was scared
My nigga Kato got shot by a punk
Hit from the back by some
your first and last chance for me
'Cause I don't want a white wedding
I told you
I struggled to stay before
Ain't no worry
By letting you in
It's
startin' fires (Jack White ;))
It's my desire (Valentine)
It's my desire(White)
Don't you wanna know how we keep startin' fires (Valentine)
It's my
Ay hit the road jack and don't you come back no more no more
No more no more
Ay hit the road jack and don't you come back more
Until you got a pocket
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
on every corner handed out the daisy's
Name fresh on the wall, ain't no final call
used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball
Only 15, already got
Big ass glock on my hip i'll let it rip bitch don't play with me
Bitch nigga thought i was lacking but i do the jack so i keep that K with me
If
Fun baby...
freeze...rock!
Bass..
oh white...white(repeat 3x) ooooo..
(chorus 1)
white lines (vision dreams of passion)
blowin through my mind (
Mubz got beats
Yo
Grew up on a dumb estate
Buzzworl' that's a jumpy place
Everybody getting white boy wasted
Right now I can't feel my face
I'ma skrrt in the ride
Passenger by my side
24's, on my grind
Look alive, look alive
Man just do what I like
Do it Off-White, do it like Virgil
and our name upon the stall
I took a death trip when I tried to cross the white wall
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates
Born without a face
One
white gold style, rakin' bloody dough by the pile
Shot down, still alive, he strugglin' for the phone, fo'-fo' blow him
When homicide comes, these three
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
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