Lyrics:
it at all
Just go hard or go home
Follow the protocol
Run run motherfucker run run huh
Run run motherfucker run run huh
I love when you talk shit
Trash
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
Love, Nico Spring
it's W-E-T
That's W to the E
Feel me
All these, all these, all these fake ass bitches call them Tyler Perry
Got my white socks on,
love, but y'all showin' hella hate
Best believe it, I been gettin' to the cake
All by myself, that's why I'm a little late
Got your main bitch in my
Yeah
They wanna play me like a fiddle, man
All plugs, no middleman
Outta pocket, I'ma get it in
Multiplyin' my dividends
Run it up, run it up, run
you
Everything is white, the night light, the full moon
Our words are all white
Our orders are all out of control
Love like white
Whi
Whi
I know that
look good in white
I'm gonna be ready this time
Oh yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all
nigga, this the afternight
Nigga, aftermite, comin' through with the afterlife
Just droppin' all these bombs all day, nigga, I might just smite
Anybody in
goose. Yeah you better duck
I keep to myself, but get loose if you run it up
He say he the best he a fluke, he can't run with us
Huh got that Barry that's
mr raw hyde
Spark by Barry Allen white rabbit hoes yellin
Slidin in they holes and yall know that the hoes tellin
The remedy no Parkin it Parkinson’s
Thick white girls
I really really really love thick white girls
Thick white girls
Thick white girls
I really really really love thick white girls
Burn
all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today my dreams come true
You need me and I need you
Love in us is very
on my starting team
(To the hoop, y'all, watch out, watch out)
(In yo face, here comes the rest)
Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete
Now these
Spumante
Even forties being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft Barry White tune
I sit
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
White.
Princess, please run away!
It's dangerous
if you return to the castle!
Oh, I understand.
Thank you, huntsman.
Snow White walked in the woods all
And the streets run red
Blue blood
White lies
Blue blood
White lies
Blue blood
White lies
And the streets run red
You call it, “law and order”
But we know it’s all
real quick
Put it right in between them tits
I like titties boy, not two chains
I be tipping off my loose change
Rocking white gold, two chains
Bolt
holes in designer sweaters (Bozo)
All my niggas are demons
The sticks chop without reason (Up 'em)
Flash is God seen by these heathens
New York's a war
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
on my starting team
(To the hoop, y'all, watch out, watch out)
(In yo face, here comes the rest)
Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete
Now these
The ladies love the luxury (yeah)
That's why they all fuck with me (woo)
Out here with the moves (yeesh) like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't
be like:
"You wanna move out of the
Way fellas? Excuse me, thank
You very much - taking up
All the fucking area, jesus Christ!"
I love when white dudes
got a gun store, niggas of them all the merit
Lee a ho about it, white like Barry
With the Jerry, running with the Sharks
And half you more scary
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