Lyrics:
my type
You think Corona in this bitch, the way we masked up in all white
We sent you home, don't do all black,
We do all white That shit a sight
(Xayo)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'm about to deadass record you, you heard
I'm 'bout to put y'all niggas in the track
I love you too,
day by day it’s also harder
Yeah, I’m working 25/8
It ain’t workin hard if I remember that I ate
I ain’t playin with these games
Please don’t mess with
Look, I just moved outta London cah' things were really sticky
Grey gates, Range Rovers, sittin' pretty
You know I loved my G-Shocks if you were
a teardrop, I got the streets in a headlock
Fly just like a skydiver, spirit, I can get manslaughter
Suicide doors on the Range Rover, depend on the time I
bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer
Cargo shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my
y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy
[Chorus]
I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all
man played when he drove by
Oh my
My
My
She loves Ohio in the summertime
White picket fences offer no defenses
And the children laugh in the streets
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover
the White Cliffs of Dover,
We'd be sailing a yacht of our own to the Med,
I lent him the money, I was out of me head,
I didn't see hide of him for nine
video
White diamonds, red rubies, blue baguettes, I don't know
Shorty, when the next time I'ma be up in your bed
I love you? you love me?
Well go head
look in the Star, what do I find
But advertisements of a different kind
'Cause it seems that the white people have a notion
To make themselves black with
families (Fuck)
White's family moved to Alhambra, California, and later to Los Angeles
During the Great Depression. To make extra money
Her father would
Till I see my name stone
Blessed are the dead
A white horse on the bowels of death
A red war horse to end all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
us?
Never has this fucked up nation not been ran by racist fucks
White folks tryna embrace our culture why they ain’t embracing us?
Tryna tell us how
of dreams
Long late nights really scattered my mind
Yellow tape fights use to shatter my blinds
Selling great white really staggered my grind
You risk your
make a wish
Life is water, I'm a fish
And I'm gonna eat every single great white shark in this motherfucking ocean
Cuz I'm like a lighthouse powered by
got the money and the power
I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
A hundred karats worth
already understood, I got the money and the power
I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me
mainstream like a hungry hip-hop-potamus, yeah
You ain't a great white guy, you just a great white lie
With great ties to what seems to be a great white guy
Too dope might leave your nose running
No cap no cut that's me alone buddy
Credit looking great why BMO love me
Lil white boy no white man CEO budget
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