Lyrics:
White]
Sure you're right
[Big Daddy Kane]
And success ain't nothin unless you have someone to share it with
[Barry White]
Mmmmm, so true, so true
White]
Sure you're right
[Big Daddy Kane]
And success ain't nothin unless you have someone to share it with
[Barry White]
Mmmmm, so true, so true
with the mean drum
Double OG Barry White in a mean Blunt
Walking by
Smelling like mad skunk
Had to get myself out a bad pawn
That's ya bitch you go
As Allen and Milton and Dwight
If more you would know of this Jack Ash credo
See the Blue Book, the Black Book, the White
If you do you will find wе're
All
of white light
And it sounded something like this
Followed by the loud sound of a boom
I was scared and closed my eyes tight
Couldn't see but from what I
the scale on
I hang by myself who the fuck I'mma tell on?
Get the trap right by the marathon
Mixed bitch, I hit that pussy like Barry Bonds
Mix
close
Share my desire
And we can make the magic flow
Once the music is right
Give me slow jams and hot romance
Rock me with that tender dance
Baby
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Stations, homes and horses
This is the community
Shouting at racecourses
While reinforcing stereotypes
By trading on the notion and squeezing the pipes
This
To the morning light
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
Let's get high and share withe
Me the vibe
To the morning light
Nenn mich Barry White
Lieb so viel Frauen
know what (what? )
Sometimes when I'm just layin' down with my man (yeah)
I get the feelin' I need to hear a little barry white (no doubt)
Show you
Some MCs are catalog, and yeah, they stay paid
But why pay over one buck, when they lip syncin' on stage?
King of pop, Barry White, rollin' over in
a better price
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they ride Pintos, couldn't afford Enzos
'Cause
from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I've been drinkin' Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put
She plays on my screen each night
While I stroke it to Barry White
Moan sweet nothings by candlelight
My digital girl
Share this digital world
I know
of thing is our worst enemies
Chorus
Produced by Deiroy Collins and Barry O'Hare
Engineered by Stephen Stewart
At Grove Recording Studio, Ocho Rios, JA
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Yeah (oh, and of course I got to shout my nigga, Barry)
Mh
I mean Quay, goddamn, Columbia, that nigga, goddamn, so
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
Barry Allen
I want a range all white so valid
Play my cards and I might just have it
Fill the gas up to the gallon
Cooking up gas, like I am a dragon
I
stand out in the Beverleys
Deep
Like a tuba kissed my momma's womb in B-flat
Deep
Like Barry White done put on a Bane mask
That's Deep
Dark and evil yawl
Waiting for you to give it up, you was Barry White
That cherry tight, but I'm addicted to your very sight
The air is right you down
I gotta spot that we
so boss like
I told Virgil Abloh I want some Off-White
But I'm perfectly fine with what I wear already
Yeah Faces or Faces you can tell by the cover
the deep end, yea
Barry White
I know the backstreets fuck around and run a pattern, Jerry Rice (Ok)
I got curfew, work in the trunk, I'm drunk and running
buried twice
Stones I throw bear a tone deeper than Barry white
A rodent living for this cheese I am not one
Steez smooth as Drew Brees in the shotgun
God
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