Lyrics:
got issues
Wanna live a great life
White picket fence on the west side yea
99 problems
Bill’s adding up can’t solve them no
Car got a flat tire
thought I could get here
Windowless house with walls around
They push me smaller and smaller
Taking away the life I found
White powder strong as a lion
I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game
My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane
No disrespect to the greats
But I'm the greatest instead
I only call
liberal bullshit
All lives matter? I'm sorry
What's the matter? I've lost my place in
This great American novel
I missed the part on White plight
But what
The child waited
Thought to himself
What a great guy
Billy reached in his pocket
And pulled out a package
A big brick that's all white
He laughed and said
that
I still got white and b in my pelvis
Sitting in the dirty bando
With the trap phone
We tryna sell this
Nearly got caught
By the fed man
With
Yes please, test me
Nestle chocolate mix collection
Isabelle Allende, no comprender?
Fight niggas with djembes
White bitches with hair spray
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Chapter 7 THE CONCERT IN THE EGG
Willy Nickerson's great day has arrived, at long last. Hambrook's magnificent scenery is at its very best,
that's what you need when you get sick
Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brick
Across, across the state line just me and my girlfriend
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
And flood down the bloodline
Achieved with murderous design
...Conquerors!
Yeah
And with the tributaries paid
A great white city was raised
And from
man Abel can relate
He been right there
Since my 3rd tape
Behind the White House recorded in apartments
Four years of a brotherhood it feels great
Sid
the whites did the natives?
How long til they develop a Hitler and get creative?
What does it take to be great besides putting in work?
What do you want
Crazy Christmas
The weather is mild but it should be cold, not the white one as they foretold,
Not everyone like’s the snow and other’s love
(Intro)
Yeah
Lafangga, Lafangga
(Hook)
Ooh yeah, i’m feeling great
She’s feeling grey, i fear the day
She falls for me, and anyway
I love when she
Back to back in my head
Reminiscing the dead
See lights of blue and red
Phone's tapped by the feds
Yellow tape losing my friends
I'm struggling
both got a great mind
Keep me up on the late night
Ayy, wake up like this every day, the day done, yeah
Check the news, the black and white
He eats boot black rotted on a
Piece of white bread
He did the Pink the Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce you know
I'd rather stay bent
on a crutch
I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich ass white girls
There all the golden codgers lay
There the silver dew
And the great water sighed for love
And the wind sighed too
Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed
of great great cousins
Runnin across the field, unarmed
Ran down, and killed
I be the star to dispel the darkness
Cast upon your soul by inhabitants
surrounded by grey
Embraced by grey
And the great void I saw before my eyes,
was engulfed in thick black smoke
I was surrounded by white
Embraced by white
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