Lyrics:
and White hoes like a panda
Need you to shake that ass like we On OnlyFans girl
Please don't rape a bitch, ask Politely man I know She'll let
Prize picks
strong
A year to him will fly by
To me it's going to seem long
Life up and down like seesaws
No keys to get in these doors
I gotta go just because
They say
I know I was blind
But you are earth, wind and fire and water to me
And the light came down to me on them wings of steel
I was being swallowed by
Yeah
White gold, me and your bitch tight like a tight rope
Eyes closed, you can't see the vision are you blindfolded
Haha, you think that she's
to entertain hoes
I rarely fuck with white chicks, but shout out to the Wayans bros
Every woman's beautiful, I'm just givin' personal stats
A real boss, I
milliemeter white noise television
Fucking 3am gotta wonder if the roach was
Invented in my kitchen shut the fuck up
Don't wanna hear that shit backwards
With
White, you going crazy
It's Twiddie
Grrr
Yay
Uh-huh
Rrr
My condo (Condo)
Chilling in London (pow pow pow)
Rapping on singles Fire on Fire (Raah)
Spin
sure what I did to you this time
But I can say I see right through your white lies
She lied to me, she broke me, told me to the fire
She cursed me, I'm
(Ay) (Ay, ay, ay)
I get head
I got all the bitches on my bed
Huntin' down a hoe 'til she dead (Ay)
Chasing all the bread
Wearing all off-white
I got
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Chocolate
And we stackin' up the green
By any means
Play then we upping the fire rate
Say that he threw a white flag
After that boy in a bag then
That's okay
no fuck around you gettin it,
..my name Kodak picture worth a milly,
Where the dope at said she wanna hit it,
(ok)built it from the door Matt they
the beat
Who produced all of this guess what it's me
Yes it's Matt B Yessir it's me
Coming with the guns boom boom
I'm here now give me room room
I'm just
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
produced by geno
I just wanna smoke flavours fuck with de camp got juice like geno
She could've been tall fat slim thick ratchet or emo
And her waistline
by a white hoe
She's the cure yeah the remedy my antidote
Baby think about your face like all day
Saw you on your cell phone in the hallway
Told you I
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
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