Lyrics:
Yeah
White gold, me and your bitch tight like a tight rope
Eyes closed, you can't see the vision are you blindfolded
Haha, you think that she's
milliemeter white noise television
Fucking 3am gotta wonder if the roach was
Invented in my kitchen shut the fuck up
Don't wanna hear that shit backwards
With
White, you going crazy
It's Twiddie
Grrr
Yay
Uh-huh
Rrr
My condo (Condo)
Chilling in London (pow pow pow)
Rapping on singles Fire on Fire (Raah)
Spin
(Ay) (Ay, ay, ay)
I get head
I got all the bitches on my bed
Huntin' down a hoe 'til she dead (Ay)
Chasing all the bread
Wearing all off-white
I got
sure what I did to you this time
But I can say I see right through your white lies
She lied to me, she broke me, told me to the fire
She cursed me, I'm
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
the beat
Who produced all of this guess what it's me
Yes it's Matt B Yessir it's me
Coming with the guns boom boom
I'm here now give me room room
I'm just
no fuck around you gettin it,
..my name Kodak picture worth a milly,
Where the dope at said she wanna hit it,
(ok)built it from the door Matt they
Chocolate
And we stackin' up the green
By any means
Play then we upping the fire rate
Say that he threw a white flag
After that boy in a bag then
That's okay
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
produced by geno
I just wanna smoke flavours fuck with de camp got juice like geno
She could've been tall fat slim thick ratchet or emo
And her waistline
by a white hoe
She's the cure yeah the remedy my antidote
Baby think about your face like all day
Saw you on your cell phone in the hallway
Told you I
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
P-Push that bitch side burbs (damn Shaze this shit fire)
She off white girl
Puss couldn't tell me worse (oh my god you did it)
Gas peddle looks nice
second grade and I was grooving out
Ain't no sign of a gun or no toolie here
Ain't no bringing it back like souvenir
See my mom she prayed I get honor
Rap hard Die Harder, Bruce Willis Deep Inside
Inferno, White Fire, I'll Burn my flame subsides
Tommorow dont bother, today im still alive
Dear
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
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