Lyrics:
'm calling her Sandy
She said you want head so I told the bitch gladly
She said she got drip cause her shoes is by Bally
I just got a new chain diamonds plain
the way you write
And be sampling my life, every line in your rhyme
Sound like you want to be Shyne, and I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga
what I'm thinking I said the same thang
I don't want a Rollie, want a plain jane
Aye
I been in my bag I ain't got no time and that's forreal
Man this
context. Doesn't really matter. Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay." I don't know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems
to the TS
AVE KOE Brooklyn BX
We gonna build the bridge make a thousand stakes
Of a whole white stone, let's crack motherfucker
You gonna get the same
'cause I really want you to listen to the words, so if I stop, you understand why. I want you to really hear the wordsâ?¦
Man, I could really do without your cheap cologne
You could empty out a room with your pheromones
Did your mama tell you all the dos and don'ts?
You
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what chorus you want me to do?
You-you said you want me to do a chorus
Which one? On which song?
Uh huh, Dear Dilla,
Oh my God, Ronny
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi bitch, hi bitch
Hi bitch, hi bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it "no"
It
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
You
I can't wait for the nights with you (with you)
I imagine the things we'll do
Ain't nothin' plain on me, nigga, four chains on me
I ain't
nigga see that
Off white plain tee and a cream hat
I'm so high bro you only where the trees at
Everybody they want know my name
When the value increase
at the top
It's like, who hurts?
I didn't really want this thing, nah
I said I can't make it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had
building a wall
You know
Am from the streets I was raised by thugs
No Dads
Go suck you mom I don't give a fuck
White Other White Other
Can't even bother
riding by ya block
Want the smoke but i aint Tryna shop
Fuck u up but i ain't tryna box
Make it happen this aint Time to watch
Saying my piece,
Yall
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(You) You don't really want to stay, no
she lose her spot.. I got some pieces they sparkle like pop... in the mall get whatever I want... I was raised by gangsters don't know what you
tonight im so high y da fuck would
i catch flight ur gurls leakin problem jus got handled
by da pipe me n u r da same really sike bitch i go
harder than
building a wall
You know
Am from the streets I was raised by thugs
No Dads
Go suck you mom I don't give a fuck
White other white other
Can't even bother
They don't talk no beef
You don't want these problems
Dead or in jail I don't want those options
So I had to change my actions
Now I'm getting
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
to really hang (Fake love)
You a dub and I know you full of shame (You a dub)
Speed it up, know they want to take the lane (Speed it up)
Uh, take a school
made this
I don't wanna be famous but I really wanna make a playlist and I
I want you to come back and play this song
On the nights where you're still
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