Lyrics:
selling nickels
White boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
Off white the coupe
I slide in the Benz
Jump out the bed
She givin' me head
Two things on my hand
Givenchy my legs
Jack from Japan
I don't know
steeples
Yo well I'm back, throwing flack out the Pontiac
I got a bone to pick with white picket cul de sacs
It's definition: wack, the no through, rode
of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo
a brother rich, it’s a fact like that
(ayy) act hard, but you broke
Like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop
Cause all I do is count stacks
(Take Take
freak girl told me now she's a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench
Like a 6th man
I'm in the club pullin'
by the future
I love his heritage
He is wise enough to know himself and judge accordantly
A wise mind know his body
But Tut is flawed
How he gon reply
satin shirt best you could buy
And a big fat straw hat to match his white tie
And a big twenty-two that'll make you do what he want
Jack miraculous he
OP
Duffed up City now we take on Scouse
North London white and navy
Get comfy and chill on the couch
Me and Jack are the lilywhites
Like Kane and Son
get it straight
Yeah am insane the road of pain
has shaped my veins - what
White other white other
I don't really watch no face
Just say my name
get it straight
Yeah am insane the road of pain
Has shaped my veins - what
White Other White Other
I don't really watch no face
Just say my name
Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy
Uh heart pause when they take that hit
down our little hole in the wall
Answering that last call
She's a little white trash
Little bit of high class
Splash of jack you better watch your back
grudge
We have to hurry to get them in scrape
Fight
Acrid smell of smoke in the air
White flag's rising, mainmast breaks
Ears go deaf by my
leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh,
Bitches DTF
She got me saying
White boy Slang
Twerk on me
They got me saying
White boy Slang
Them escort bitches
They got me saying
White boy Slang
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
Off-white off-white
She lookin' like an angel in that all white
All white
Pour another drink
We goin' all night all night
Stare into her eyes
And see
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
No, hoe but
Better watch your back, it's a white boy summer
Whole iPhone full of white boy gunners
We all come up from the bottom like the pipes in the gutter
alright for the shape I'm in
Sitting by a fire with some damn good friends
Willie on my left, Jack on my right
Blowin' that smoke on a Friday night
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will
Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it East Side
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