Lyrics:
Legs open wide, nigga dick inside
Like Barry White "Tonight's the Night" for you to hit it doggie style
Lay me on my stomach while I'm countin' them
sweaters are
And you know that we ahead of our
Time, Imma make a mil without the lifeline
For my whole lifetime, I've heard cus I'm white I
Would never be
move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by
I used to run around like you, run the town like you
Walk my red nose and clown like you, but it got old like Betty White
This rap shit real deep like
on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me
on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me
back
The Dallas Cowboys want you back
Bob Wills want you back
Barry White wants you back (Baby)
Kelly Clarkson wants you back
and my pick-up wants
drinks with his buddies but he prays when he should
And there ain't nothing better than
Being loved by a workin' man
He don't write love letters but he
Hardball yeah nigga I want all the answers
Stick talk
White chalk
Spray em down like Lysol
Try me if you wanna nigga I aint scared of none of yall
My mama
Bully my opponent I ain't bothered by his swing
Clip Apollo by the wings
If he flies he flies
Go and crown your fallen king
If he dies he dies
If he
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
gates
She say go deeper like I’m Barry White
The vibe was flowing but it’s getting late
We bout to get it on like Marvin Gaye, aye
Softest place on earth
to Barry white soon as I meet her
Ima make you practice what you preach
Ima her legs shake when I eat her
Ima make the bed break when I beat her
Get some
watch this 3 point stance
No quit in me you can't call me france
My soul is gold like a niner call me trey lance
This another hit call me barry bonds
a far south beach house, ashy ass, knees out
Barring up, beats bounce, eating steak and eggs 'til my feet gout
Hippy type freak outs with woke whites
Barry Scott
And I still remember Scott White
When I hit the car, took it as a sign
To channel emotion in every rhyme
I still kill it though, everytime
my story, could care less who likes it
I'm not gonna read my life, promise I'm gone write it
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days
the scale on
I hang by myself who the fuck I'mma tell on?
Get the trap right by the marathon
Mixed bitch, I hit that pussy like Barry Bonds
Mix
on this topic a little further
You know the subject of love
Let me get on my Barry White shit real quick
Royal empress queen, damn, I so adore you
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
bloody, lil buddy
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry you don't no cemetery, homes
a gimmick
On My missionary I will never pick a position
By bedside light I unwind
With Barry Weiss's opinions
While everybody's offended
I'm just steady
temple
I pray I'm my temple
I rap like I'm Barry
You niggas get Barrie's
I'm eating a Barry
I'm airing it out
I do it for clout
Better find a better route
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
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