Lyrics:
Red Hot Girl in a Chevrolet
Words and music By: Christopher Paul (Maslyar)
Copyright: Genoa Music Co.
Let me tell you all a story about a girl I
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
them shits to the bluest
It's the ego
Ooh, Jack White
Ooh, Jack White
A celebrated genius, my dick game's the meanest
I'll take the girl that's
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
your lovely feast, only to eat it up
Now we suppin'
I just mind mine, abide by
My own rules, guidelines
Blueprints, white lines
Drove through,
Mix the jack with the coke and I'm okay
Put the zaza in the air let it rotate
Get money, let a broke niggah throw shade
And umma let ya bitch drive
Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck
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
Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin' price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack
that Tack', White Magic son
Speakin' Sparrow like Jack through the oceans
I ride with the Gyon on its cosmic tone
Gotta tune you
I ain't gotta shoot you
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East.
Lone young man takes a seat.
And by the rhythm of the rails,
Reading all his mother's mail
these white hoes love my melitone skin
Hustlin Since 13 not one felony in
Told y'all I was the king city
Fuk it tell em again
I got the juice uuus don't
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
shut up
But Jack was wack, nobody cared
Or maybe all his niggas there was scared
My nigga Kato got shot by a punk
Hit from the back by some
the Flash!
Hang out with the Jacks and Jills too long!
Falling for the Flash
Crackin’ crowns on their water pail wrongs!
Falling for the Flash
Probably die
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
skinny jeans
Hit the stu, sleep, repeat it's a daily routine
They say Yunus why you ain't finished school
'Cause I like to live by my own rules
Man I've
leaked
A.K.A. they with me, feelin' low with his J, can be shuttin' down cars, now I'm buildin' through demons
Niggas be stressed by the hoe, I can never,
I'm alright
I'm alright
Union Jack
(Fly the flag, fly the flag)
Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great
A race of winners not cramped by
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