Lyrics:
I'm on my way, baby I'm still flipping racks (Trap, trap)
Pick you up at 8 girl, so make sure that you're dressed (Make sure you dressed)
She's not
What I grow pays my bills ya know I ain't ashamed
Some folks say I'm just plain mean, some say I'm insane
A low-life redneck plain white trash who's
a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never
Sovay Sovay all on a day
She dressed herself in man's array
With a brace of pistols all by her side
To meet her true love, to meet her true love,
Shake em up wake em up
Might seem just kind of strange might seem just kind of plain
So When u see me all you see white ts and wallet chains
But when
kin
Ancestors klansmen
So are their descendants
They caught a tiger by the toe
At the end of the road
They got him beggin and pleadin
But still they
slave (love slave)
Love slave (love slave)
Pretty skin, high yellow, dressed in all black leather
Up in the place, doin' the thing, amazing grace
Light life yea
Like how that sound
Hard times yea
Better days still
Around
Got the plain white tee
Wit my rip blue jeans
On my way to get our piece
ruff, like us?
Fake shyt, I don' trust; constant upgrades issa must
Weak nigguz stay slaves, an' chalk it up to 'life sucks!'
Y'all nigguz plain
dollars jus to leave me lone,
Tell the waitress bring mo bottles up cus she can keep the chaser,
Lil mama switchin' by my section she want me to chase
to the bank
It's hardcore, breakin up armored tanks
Not dressed to impress, but dressed for pain
No cute sweatsuits, just sweat and chains
Step off strapped, I
fine and gay
Dressed like unto the Queen of May
As for your fine girls I don't care
If I could but enjoy my dear
I'd stand in the factory all
happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot a' records and you roll a Benz
Fall up in the spot now you losing friends
All ya want to do is give
kid who gets pushed around
Has two new idols
We applaud the creation of a bomb whose sole
Purpose is to destroy all of mankind
And we grow up watching
not seeing what I left back there
(No)
I'm plain and simple, fold me up like a square
This my last try, on your last night
My fingers huddled by
pocket, and the chief by his nuts
[Verse 7: Eightball]
Roll a fat bud, smoke the bitch and then I'm chilled
Fall off in the club drinkin yak dressed
of crime
And He told me
When I'm caught up in a maze I'm fine
His lights show me the way out I'm fine
So many try to impress, best dressed
Look good, look
Jus Cuz on the track
We're taking it back to the 70s
You know, real hip, real cool
Ya dig
Uh, I wanted to be fly, a plain jane
In need of new
I want my pussy hole stretched like the hoops on Nunu
Open up the box like a nigga got new shoes
You want that foreplay so I'm dressed in tutus
Baby... I'm all alone
Stuck in a fantasy where you were dressed in white
You got me nervously tryna catch yo eyes
You wanna promise me that we would
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin' on twenties
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she
my zone
Blunt smoke cologne yeah
Pull up like a chef got the recipe
Best dressed no stress on me
Compared to the rest they can rest in piece
All bets
me of a Jeep I like the way you ride
All I need is hold me up stay down like soldiers
Like a preacher she confess to me everytime I hold her
Get
into the store to buy a Kangol
I took out my wallet and my fat money roll
When three females walked up to me
There was a white, a black, the other
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