Lyrics:
and tugged the silver pin
by its globe from in back, as all poured down
like luxury, unloosed her white mantilla
from around her graceful hips, uncrossed
Bulletproof Benz, an it comes with white seats, studio session in NYC
Delilah, Delilah
Plain White Tees
Delilah, Delilah
Plain White Tees
Delilah, Delilah
I
your ass fallin out of the apron
We be makin love on the side of the road
in the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
You know how it go, we be
didn’t sacrifice so that you could raise a white flag (Yah)
Anybody who has had to get their pride back (Yah)
Anybody who has had to pay the price tag
Morbius
Too high and I'm feeling glorious
My ego big not no notorious
But If you want we could go back to the future in this delorean
Bitch I'm charged up,
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
pop out wit da white , I can pop out wit da gold In da stu, ts so musty, 2 pz,elbows 2 straps, velcrows Several hoes, dey play dey roles
Ion kno
Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas
Sittin down goin over all my flaws,
The do’s, the don’ts,
I won’t,
I can’t,
Fuck this up,
I’m on a mission like a motherfucka went missing,
My
nervous when I see a white van
Live out a store, die back, nigga, cold now
Let's make a movie, then put it on two
Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, it's spooky
ya back leave a scar there
If i got no shank Care Taker don't care
Got a sick smash shot like Roger Federer
See the blue lights gotta duck, Fed are
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
a homeboy from back in the day
His name was Richard, some called him Rick
But if you knew him like me, you'd call him Dick
When we were growin up, we stuck
a homeboy from back in the day
His name was Richard, some called him Rick
But if you knew him like me, you'd call him Dick
When we were growin up, we stuck
a scratch in my throat/
That's telling me to go back to see if I have some hope/
Run tell that, that the functions exposed/
I've been loved for that, but I've
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
creep in
Ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin'
Nut on yo' sheets go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
If you're
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
Bitch I'm back I feel like I'm Slim Shady
'Bout to go crazy like a dog with rabies
Like a woman givin' birth to fifty six babies
Y'all say y'all
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
were in her eyes as I left in the night
But someday I 'll go back and claim My Spanish Fireball
were in her eyes as I left in the night
But someday I 'll go back and claim My Spanish Fireball
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
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