Lyrics:
up on a white tee
Niggas all talk, straps out , now it's hide n seek
808's jumping so we got matching blues
Nigga wanna play 2k, shit we can run twos
This is the story of three little pigs
And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right,
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
of blue and I see clouds of white
The brightness of day and light, darkness of night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors
the rainbow blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dream of, dreams really do come true, ooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are
a gun with a scope
I know I'm flashy and fly and I'm young
And I'm white so I know they might plot on low
That's why I'm riding out dangerous
Goonie
rolls in, I breathe in and out
Sink my toes in the sugar white sand
Watch the seagulls fly, in the clear blue sky
It's Heaven on earth, don't you know
the time would fly by
It got more confusing with every white lie
So now what to do, I wish I just knew
I could man up, and tell both of you
Then what happens
I'm rollin up that blue dream
Black watch and white stones, they coordinate with my blue jean
Levi's and red eyes, the aftermath of that good green
floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves
Believe it or not like we inside the Ripleys
V3, Sammi, my committee
Something smells fishy, cause I do it selfishly
Blue Subaru, blue legacy
I'll have your
got us all believing in whatever we're told
While we're sold lies and myths 'bout climate change
White clouds fly out from behind the planes
Nice days
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
at the massage, happy end by the masseuse
Happiness doesn't last long, been catching up the blues
Blue uniforms made his low eyes turn wide
Roll the window down say
the sky
Got some blue zigzags and we're ready to fly
[Ladi6, Tyra Hammond]
Come with me to the moon
I'll blaze a trail we'll follow stars and we will get
little white kids to jack
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads
Stupid questions, distract the class
way up high
And the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby, oh
Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dream
she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
(Not for long)
Pls don't talk when you talk about me (Bout me)
Pls don't walk, do not walk by me (By me)
Hmmm
And I can see you fly along
6 years gone, 6
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin jet blue
it on
I don't fuck wit the twilight but I be in the titty zone
White chick in billabong
And She own don't rent a home
Parents got that paper jack
So
my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin jet blue
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