Lyrics:
pushing me
Yo yo yo! ok, let's go
After a lekker zef show there by tings n times
This hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"
I said,
the room
I'm a drive by vibe, a drive by vibe
I'm a killer ride, a killer ride
Know you like my sound, I go vroom
Make you the hottest in the room
I'm
a circus, hmmm
When I enter the room that’s why everybody’s scared
They know what I did cause they can’t forget
You chose to stay by my side
Even though you
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
white boys)
Cookies filthy, they makin' that white noise
(makin' that white noise)
Loud make a fuck nigga's ears bleed
Flyest killers you done ever seen
cocaine)
Scales in the basement by the choppa (Pure white cocaine)
Sellin' powder white as my Balenciaga's (Pure white cocaine)
No hoop dreams, I just want
and wait
As the world just creeps on by
The white room, the white room
Ooohhaaa
Talk to me, talk to me
Far below, a small boat sails
Catching fish
Good day man i'm gonna talk ab
Out something phil
Osophical I've been thinking about
This a lot
(Room room room) Gotta clean that
(Room room room
the down payment now
See you soon
I tell you, I've got five star reviews
And by that I mean I
Have five one-star reviews
Which is basically the same thing
just like a zebra
That soft white and bowls of reefer
Thinkin' like Arthur Blanks
In a Hanes wife beater
Remember one time gramma walked in my room
Like,
was soft, he had enough, run up the room, call the cops, drop by the lights, no time to stop, gotta call Lester, by the way, got his stuff, he got drip
Play that funky music white boy
White boy play that music
White boy white boy play that music
White boy play that funky music white boy
White boy
something man
So at that point what else could you ask for?
Tears running down a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still
gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas
Yeah, now that's the line of the century
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
the whispers
That she's a killer
Walked into the room at the wrong time
Blood all around her
Splashed out on the counter
You ask her for an alibi
Swears she was
Birthday girls hold their breath
Passed out on the floor
Left in the morgue waiting room
Fake tears for cameras
Baby bottle of Viagra
White suits on crusade
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
by myself since high school
I'm fueled
As the little white kid with the haikus
Rhymes you wish you had back when riding trike's cool
Motherfucker this
White collar money
(I, I, I, I need that)
White collar money
(I need that paper)
We ain't trying to get by
We're trying to get over
(I need that)
We ain't
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
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