Lyrics:
Cooking up nose feeling like it's high
Door open windows up
Out of state money was coming great
We sold weight
Another scramble, Commonwealth law gamble
We
please stand up?
I think we have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just
see fake
No fear be great
Like, who is he? Where he really from?
Can't believe he made it out the slums
No pops he was raised by a single mom
Had 2
again
Find another line, rapping in another vision
I'm haunted by a poet cause my lyrics superstitious
Delicious, MM FOOD rest in peace to the great DOOM
when
He was dissing Hopsin for rockin'
Them white contacts, but now this bum crack head
Got the same exact set and pair
And he's wearing them - is he
and black or white it doesn't matter I'ma break your teeth
Just like Joyner broke the internet with not a racist
And the song is great but truthfully what I'm
America great,
Let’s talk about this white privilege
-I’ll Make it clear so that yall get this
I ain’t never had an opportunity in life that was given
ya waistline
All I know is I'll have a great time
All I know is I'll have a great time
Go wale mommy
Go low
Go low mba
I need you by me
So low go low
about that war
Graves are filled by its arrogant calls
To make it great again
It's Not so great again
Lady liberty is on her knees
While her children
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would
the summer bless the drummer
Warned ‘em tight your cleats
Or else it's right to the white meat
Some I bite to eat
Others write the light bright heat
Despite
drum (Drum druuuum)
Om kurukulle hri soham
Om kurukulle hri soham
Peasants be acting like dumb bum bum bums (Dumb bums)
When they gonna wake up, mum mum
Lost souls
Uh
Yo
Real recognize real & I really don't mind if you fetishize Jav
Still lifting my steel & I'm really not white I just shedded my mask
them all
All white with the platinum brows for when the body be pumping through the mall.
They be stricken by the backside, I’m bout seventy-two inches
(JUST ONE IN A MILLION)
BLACK MEN
Black men black men black men
Black men black men black men
Black men black men
Look
Black men counting white
feel great
But nowhere near your age
Hey
I’m sick of waiting on my payday
And I hate that they always say
White collar
If you ain’t white collar
You will
right!
So what ya life like?
Mine.....type nice like come off the white ice,
You...bum ass night fights! KILLA!
[HOOK]
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Ayo I'm proving
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Alright coming up now another request (this one)
This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise
A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm
sing with pride
Let the white men die
Great spirit, thunder birds fly
We are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky
Spirit horse ride for me
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
money, free my dawgs out the y'all know
God is Great and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
On my birthday like I hit
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