Lyrics:
service all night
But no service on my phone
Driving by the Eiffel Tower with
A bitch named Mona Lisa
Go duffle full of swisher sweets
Shoppin' up in
of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast
All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my
sixth gear floating like I'm fucking Peter
Pan never plan only act on feelin
Bitch I am the man fuck what is appealing
Uncle Sam prolly want to see me
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
flat out burglary
What you say we exit stage left so me and you
Could possibly reconvene and play some naked
After all the blouse you wearing is kinda
Baby where you going, how you been ?
She just wanna get high I can't even land
She like Tinker Bell, & I be Peter Pan
Smoking too much looking like
of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast
All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
the hardest fucking beats the Midwest don't know how to act
Look at that, mediocre, but they hittin' like a dad
Belt 'n' buckle, time to scuffle yeah
White
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
She smokes so much weed she a power puff girl
Something sweet, sea
Smoking tropical
Up by the Galapagos (You don’t even smoke weed tho)(oh yea huh)
Hit
Now my shawty sending nudes kinda outta the blue
God damn Peter Pan man I wanna fly away
White sand nice tan in Califor-ni-a
Whip the beamer,
starve them
Need a girl she sweet asl, got cake like Baskin Robyns
Mombasa forever at the Top you’re on the Bottom
I’m K-KUMA, and i’m wit your daughter
social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault
I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your
bar
21 bands on me, got my need
Shoot a nigga, lights out, Peter Pete
And I called her bird Beyonce
Kinda looked good and you know they gon sing
30 ball
Livin that sweet life
Other Mother Fucker Want To Strive
Music the key we all thrive
Beats that knock on overdrive
Uh
Going down like Sicko mode
I shall never drink a beer in St Albans
Neither will I drain my cup and drop my head
Nor glass of white burgundy from Puligny
I shall go to church
country
My jeans don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight,
Got on a white t-shirt, no nothin' but work.
Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread,
My jeans don't sag, they fit, and kinda tight
Got on a white t-shirt, no nothin' but work
Daylight til dark, that's how I was bred
And I'll keep
Just Want The Body Didn't Come For No Sweets
I'm Drippin Lean This Ain't Sauce Or No Tea
7 Days Grinding But Never Been Week
Shawty A Thot Gotta Keep Her
She poppin' that pussy like Molly
Bad white ho kinda look like Miley
I think that she off of the Molly I think that she off of the s**ts
Ridin'
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