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the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington came by And he spied it and turned white as a sheet Then they dug and they burned And they burned
the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington came by And he spied it and turned white as a sheet Then they dug and they burned And they burned
for the white spit Baby doing stunts with her wrist it was sorta spy kids Hi to a talking fly pro Sip from a muddy styro Not safe for work posts with
waiting for the day she can spread her wings and fly She rolled into town dreams in a sack Old guitar in a blue Pontiac She's taken a vow She ain't
religion created web in Charlotte pig in Open up a mars and dig in trapped mental bars keep digging The sugar won't kill you Lord willing EB whites, farm
For that white powder A deuce deuce will leave little holes In your top like salt shaker Then I'll finish it off with a big cap On your head like a park
get high, Get wasted! Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip, Get wasted! (Yeah, I ate all the shrooms and I drank a fifth of Jack Daniels I can't
Jon close by too Right about now I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up (Everybody get your hands up) And wherever the fuck you from
celebrity is you I see Muhammed Ali Clanking goes my trolley (18) Starred in "Hello Dolly" When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali He did a little sketch
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A And the rest is F-L-Y You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix And these reasons I'll tell you why You
Self made Gotta handle your own I'mma handle mine They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka 'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
nothing you wanna say something than pull up and scrap with your crew If not than I'll rip it simplistical shit grip my dick turn the color to blue I've
We've been indoctrinated and convinced by the white racist standard of beauty The overwhelming popularity of seeing, better off being, and looking
Does it make blue things white, or make white things blue? (His blue things are white, and his white things are blue) My Fastback has Wide-Track
a mothafuckin’ dealer I guess I gotta smoke 7/Eleven to stay high I’ma fly in the blue sky, goodbye No time for fake bitches so prolly I’ll just pass by You like
'bout Up in NY blowin' the pack down Drink in my system I'm finna act out Crae hit my jack, told me it's time to go ball I feel like Jerry Stackhouse
couldn't do an album, now I got like 8 tracks White boy rappin' shoulda signed to Nickleback Jack make me delete posts on social why would you do that I'm
vapor it I could give you game, nigga do the same Red and blue the same If the whites is the only niggas makin' it I'm floatin' through the smoke My eyes
a fish in the tank, bitch, don't knock on the glass I pour up Tito's and Jack and I fill up the flask Runnin' this shit like a campaign in '07 I'm fly like
words, "Send for the law," uh Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad Red, white blue
the sink Like when we retire gone cop that lil crib by the beach Name that bitch bed by the sea Before they knew, me and blues was in sync They ain't never
Picked up pints and peas up out the farm, I feel like Peter Piper I was thinkin' bigger, y'all can use it, we gon' be suppliers Ron stay with a script
"Hello?" "What you mean?" "Hol' up, hol' up what you mean I ain't fly?" "What you mean I ain't got no drip?" "Goddamn it, aight, look" Lemme
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