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Throw his body in the back boy
I fuckin trunked em
White boy throwing bullets
I Andrew luck'd em
And I know I gotchu fuckin bumpin
But lemme change

Toes up in the sand
Water in my hand
Salty breeze from the ocean that you can't get from a fan
White girls laying in the sun praying for a tan
Moms

when I'm shooting threes In the booth did not miss a thing
Now I'm fresher than Listerine make the best of my misery
Shout-out Andrew in Missouri man

Knifey Wifey on the other side
Ex man looking mortified
White boy wanna colonise
Then he dip out soon as I arrive
Bad bitch doing hella masti
Fem

Bitch I Been the "One" so my Dad named me "Ace"
Bruh been selling "White Girl" so we call him Andrew Tate, Shit
Netflix or you skate, I ain't never

Loyalty
Ride or die and they all died
You knew what I needed
Don't lie
You gave at least I trieds
Gave up before 3 strikes
White girl you sniff and smoke
I

revolution, don't care 'bout the fame
I only want fame so that I can get money
Only want money so I can get power
Clowns in the White House afraid of a flower

and a nigga still trappin
How you think this roll filled with Andrew Jackson
Sit back and watch a young nigga do magic
Bout to turn these Air Maxes to a pair

senor Jugo
I'm smokin' mota, and counting gringos
White folks, on me Andrew Jackson

Splashing on these bitches, Juice Gotti Jackson
Splashing on these

там не надо чекать white list
B-b-bae, откинь свой зад, давай тряси на мою кисть (wha'?)
Кидаю деньги со сцены, филантроп, как mister beast (у)
Мы ща с

And he lives under the veil of a breath
Sweet, as Andrew singing ""Take Me to Church""
Soft, as Amir whispering ""Habibi""
And I know not how to be more

Andrew Ryan's city of rapture
I told those ultra right white guys that Prophet Comstock dropped my hot pocket
So I hardened up like the Rockets and ripped

like Andrew Tate
White bitch, suck dick, yeah, and her name is Kate
Give me them racks, bitch, yeah, I don't wanna' trade
Nicknamed the mini 'K Aubrey,

the plays Andrew luck
I put sauce on that boy he a duck
All bets on me double up
I paint ha face no make up
I gotta lean in my walk, from the lean in cup 
I'm

can have a blast.

Hook


Blue and whites comin for me…
All because I ran a stop sign…
Tundra truck bout to floor it…
I ain’t goin with the one time…

and won, since he was unopposed
Next, Jackson lost to Adams, Andrew's animosity rose
In '28, they raced again, this time, Adams was down
Henry Clay

and RV on the opp block
That's Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole
I told RV just slap it in reverse
Been tryna put man on a t-shirt
Tryna take man's blood home

Turn my vocals up
A Y
Haha whoa
What you saying
Got a bill to bet on who the bloody best now
Yeah who the best now
And they be saying Andrew dropping

Of friends he used to know
Of things he's done, he saw, he's felt
All casted in pictures
Black and white
Color
8 x 10
5 x 7
Four inch
Three inch
Panoramic
All

(I feel Untouchable)
(Untouchable)
I feel Untouchable
(Untouchable)
I'm all about my bills I ain't talking Huxtable
(Huxtable)
You said you Andrew in

James Wiseman
I got the white shooter, shootin' three he feels like Cedi Osman
…
Man we bout to take over
Three cleveland niggas on the track we got

the best, I'll be up in this town!
Making these statements you think I'm a clown!
Everything's white, but, I'm here seeing brown!
You see a smile? But, it is

babies as alligator bait
Your lineage sold on auction blocks
White slave patrol held by black cops
No justice and no peace
Strange white fruit hanging in

Tommy's Teardrops
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

Tommy has long brown hair that covers his eyes, so you might not know what he's thinking 
His