Lyrics:
(Gangsta) , weird niggas
(Ill) referring to hisself in
Third person (Gangsta) gangsta!
Haha ayo, fuck these niggas! Do you!
I know they love me
(Gangsta
she recognize a G
Said she wanna roll and get to know Obie
Claimin' that she love, everythin' that he do, hey, hey
Yea, let's keep this shit in
back from Cali with white bitch up on the pallet
I'm in my city drop topping, and got my trunk knocking
I made a profit from nothing, my bitch's pussy
do what we do we grown
we can do what we do we grown
I met her on first base standin' all alone
We went to second base and now she in my zone
Then
to roll, get to know Obie
Claiming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey
Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (Motion)
'Cause we gon hang out 'til
the stacks
I'm feelin' albino, dressin' all white
I'm mixin' the purple up in the Sprite
I'm high as a bitch, just like a kite
Some niggas we left, 'cause
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
cars outside and all my shit tight (skrrt)
Trap nigga, but I fuck my bitch to Barry White (uh)
Told my hitman put him on the hitlist (yeah)
Tat my
(Where I belong)
It's in a place with no racial barriers
And we all ride high in chariots
Where love means love
When we all have the finer things
So
grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like
realize
How there are no real
Friends in jail as fucked up as that sounds
That's the reality i remember when White told
Me that he was like
"Y'all niggas
the milk-white hand,
And by the leylan sleeve,
He's lain her down upon her back
And asked no man's leave.
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
the system
Uh, in God we trust and all
The guns are just backup
Rocking camouflage, "Don't Tread on Me"
Get smoked like tobacco
Yeah, we're white trash, we're
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
bring the chalk out
Calm down, All Profit In let's go all out
Nigga, aye
Back on that shit again
Look like Barry Sanders how I touchdown in Michigan
If
a Netflix account wit a bad card
On the sleeve where I use to wear my heart down by the cuff-links
Need to cuff me a shrink
Someone who's in love with my
on the track bitch)
(Boom)
Before the cops come
Run nigga run from the shotgun
Young nigga dumb
And he got one
Got a white man’s daughter in they hot tub
Run
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one
Let me run it back and restart
Young
stop sobbin'
Why them niggas hatin'? It defeats my noggin
If that ain't really your beef, stop sidin'
Say you tryna run in these streets, stop hidin',
of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon
We
lookin Chinese in this bitch
I'm a black Asian
Krys Barry got the track blazing
Look at me get the bag
Love when I do what I does
This is my swag
I
on your ocean
And drown in your sea yea
Ain't no sleeping when I lay it down
Snow White Snow White
Girl I love it when you make them sounds
Snow White Snow
it all like Barry Weiss
Getting treasures means nothing else than having you sitting by my side, girl
Let's look at the stars, honey
Oh don't you
I, I need that)
White collar money
(I, I, I, I need that)
White collar money
(I need that paper)
The love of money is the root of all evil
Greed, envy,
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