Lyrics:
the time to sort 'em out
Now it's time you see what happens when I let the fake shit drown
Lit like a white kid playing Travis Scott
But also twisted in
One foot on the gas while my I’m rubbing her ass told her roll up my blunt for she suck me up
We even been driving for more than 10 mins I got that
fans screaming loud
I went to the show it’s 15 niggas in the crowd
Like how the fuck I’m supposed to make it
People ain’t even playin’
My latest album
had
'Cause it had been so long, my catalogue was like a ghost town
But now I'm dropping album after album, I can't slow down
My pockets gettin' fat
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
I'm fine
Just living my days out by the seaside and coming from Croydon Town I'm nice
Hear the sounds of the sea and the seagulls fly
Try harass me for
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
a thought that she was beautiful
Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral
I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial
Surrounded by more white groupies
They say krill white boy when the sound strange
Don't secure we been on 'em gotta hide my chain
A lot of rappers crying never seen the dime that
turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you
And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
But the homegirls walk right by
(You're
already know, Gimme the lighter; we can spark it up one time, No Desiigner; panda drip when I thrift mine, Black and white; Imma keep it simple, You know I
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
{Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)}
A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs)
Sippin
tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me
Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
out
It all would be just be great
Get called up from LA
Maybe its because
They're asking for a feature on some Top 10 artist's album
But only if it pays
wanna cry and act a victim
I seen better violence produced by Activision
My life ain't a game come see what a player witness
This one of those albums I
the white light
The doctor arrives, knife and baggage
Sees the growth as just so much cabbage
That now
Must be cut away
Now comes the moment of great
Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
And I lost my soul, forgetting those who show
That they standing by my side, through the rain or the snow
So I'm ten toes down, never hogging the crown
If
sprawdźcie sobie paszport
My jak White Sox mamy bazę za bazą
Wy tylko bazary poza tym nic za bardzo
Jakiś trend by iść tak prostym skrótem
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