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six figures
Niggas still on the strip

No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash
But I'm feeling her lips
That slut

beat by the kid
flipping like Denny’s you scramble for penny’s so how does it feel when they betting on migs
I’m getting dizzy woah
white girls in rome

Aye, Kash
Hop on me (Yah!)
She want to fuck on me (Woah!)
On these all white sheets (All white sheets)
All white sheets
And I want to go to sleep
But

There's a version of you in somebody's head
Saying mean things that you never said
Cruel and unusual dummy by design
Mouth filled up with somebody

fighting
To ward off all of these trash
I’m afraid it might collapse anytime
 
What goes a...
What goes around... comes around
 
Do you see men in white

Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin' price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack

With your red lips and your white wine
I wanna drown you
And waste your time
Cause you're selfish
And I could be selfish too
I'll run it up on a late

Off-White I hope that
You can measure by the ounces
And I'm finna punch some houses
Ring the bell
Make the announcement
I turn to Franklin on em
Touch a brick

18
But that's okay with me
She hates my Nintendo Switch
And my black and white flannel too
She thinks my Pop Punk is cringey
And that's okay with me

do what trauma and fear do.
Hey white dude
Enter deep shadow lands of this nations soul
Feel atrocities in your body and breathe slow
Observe your

and love to live my friend
Leave the chakles that they put us in
Covered by melanin
True power within all our skin
Now we trash they dumped us in a bin
Shit

want what you need what you dig they feeling my drip
Louis V Off White that's what you see diamonds so bright cover your eyes please
Fuck around

beat by the kid
flipping like Denny’s you scramble for penny’s so how does it feel when they betting on migs
I’m getting dizzy woah
white girls in rome

handsome
I like my women wit flavor black and white like a panda panda
Brazil, Mexico, from Cali, Dubai all the way to Atlanta Lanta
You know that it's up

so bad, they don't ever sit You rather use guns before usin' fists
They tell me no, but I'm so used to it She walk by, I make sounds like I'm Ludacris

and they were trash but I gave it some practice and now I upgraded (uh yeah uh)
Why don't you switch up the DAW and start using a better one, I don't see how

Save the Children

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

was worth the fight, I should have been disposed 
At night time, laying only half of the trash can 
Not white trash in a trailer park 
Or a dismembered

Imma get it either way
Gotta find your own way
My city, my place, ahh

I don't look at the scoreboard (glaucoma)
I'm always up by like 44 
I'm

you're broken-hearted
Your pristine white collar bullshit image won't be tainted anymore by me
I've thrown it all away
And yet my head's still reeling
I

white
Bullshit in the night
How could you be obnoxious
Like me and everything
Else, shit, when you ain’t got wealth
Not even one penny, nickel or dime,

Man, white rappers are so corny
Lyrical rap is dead
Haha, what's with the auto tune?
Okay, I'm only gonna say this shit once
If you're under 35,

ain't feeling right now
No it ain't feeling light
Know this ain't feeling right
No this shit ain't right now
Yeah it's made by Fuji white now
Like baby

turned in that uniform before I ever played a game
With a junior college scholarship in a white trash town upstate

You never know which way the road is

not far from fascism
The classism is rampant in this backwards trash hole we live in
Where assholes are winning
Where sad souls get devoured whole by