Lyrics:
to trust yourself
Drive on
Let yourself turn into something else
Feel yourself fall into the great white open
Let yourself turn into something else
to trust yourself
Drive on
Let yourself turn into something else
Feel yourself fall into the great white open
Let yourself turn into something else
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
whos doing a great job in stopping people from shit countries to enter Europe and fighting for the safety of white people. President Bolsanero couldn't
Late night, take flight
You won't hear a bark yet I bite like a Great White
I don't have friends, I don't know how to play nice
But it's ok cause
The hommies all know that it's Deë snitch
Hommie this is Troyeville 2094
Small men get great off a small thought
Hommie this is Troyeville 2094
White men break
don't know what up is
I'm riding a cloud just to get to the sun
And I'm living my life, I just take it by day
Don't deal with strife, I just throw it away
the Rover, been drivin' for days
A clip in the dash, a .9 on my waist
Shorty go down, her thighs in my face
Suckin' my kids, no taxes to waste
Braggin' I'm
nice to meet
Well you cross your i’s
And cut your teeth to relate
I’m so puzzled by pieces and places
Hangover I feel great
Pulled you out of a crowd
mile
Ah, roll over
Ooooooooooo, yeah
Arranged a local dance, by your great aunt vance
Who could kill with a glance, oh aunty vance
What an awesome
know that your personality is great
You’re independent and you work hard at your job every week
You don’t let the haters bring you down when you’re up
Land Rover to Range
The flow switched up
But the love can't—
I might go
Run the volume hold that aux
Buss the UK Jesus Walks
I carry the vision but
White Van Speaker Scam
Who's that rolling up in the pick-up truck
Got something for me
I wanna sell you this super sweat stereo
That I got for
fix your attitude
Yellow dope
White dope
Buy a whip
Buy a coat
At least
That's goal
Making dough
Selling dope
Spreading joy
Killing hope
By the creek
By
the sun fastened up for this or not
But I'm about to make my run faster than my white buns being chased by the cops
As I shot up not with a gun one needle
Aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye
In the 15 rover doin' 15 over
Ice up the wrist, but my moneys colder
I just got the bank, already popped a loaner
Sike
It was a hell of a night
White runtz it be getting me right
One hit have you high as a kite
I jolly rancher my sprite
Clutch in the fourth like im
been looking great
Baby tell me who you love and tell me who you hate
I'm the motherfucking man but won't take you on a date
I'm the the type to make you
bastards
I'm inspired by my homies and it's cool
I remember Money had the white Caprice on twenty two's
We was teens down in Myrtle letting it cruise
I burn a mic like I'm yearning to earn stripes up
A surgeon working a knife with the words surged thru the mic of
The scenes servin the white
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
real?!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas want to know why: why I fly by
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like
her wings out in a great
Big world but I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"You know
color Range Rover
The Balmain sofa my worst shit better than
Your favorite rapper
Your favorite trapper favorite trapper
This shit so fucking effortless
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