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blacc zacc - white boys lyrics

[intro]
(imixnation for real)
like a white boy (ha)
but i’m a trap n+gga with that bag, ayy (yeah+yeah+yeah)
(yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf+ckin’ beat?)
(ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf+cker)
i’m ’bout to start hangin’ with some white boys
why, ’cause i got all these n+ggas mad, d+mn

[chorus]
havin’ plenty drip like a white boy
but i’m a trap n+gga with that bag, ayy (ceo, motherf+)
i’m ’bout to start hangin’ with some white boys
why, ’cause i got all these n+ggas mad, d+mn (ayy, ayy, ayy)
sometimes i wanna f+ck all on my white girl
but i can’t ’cause she ain’t got no ass, ayy
and all these rap n+ggas make me laugh (ha)
’cause they be rappin’, but ain’t got no cash, d+mn

[verse 1]
ayy, they be rappin’, but ain’t got no cash
trappin’, but ain’t got no stash
reppin’ but ain’t got no flag
keep it gangster, you ain’t that
tilt my chain, we gon’ spaz out, we gon’ spaz out
crash out, pull them glocks out, blowin’ brains out
sometimes i wanna think about my opposition
but i can’t ’cause they ain’t got no cash, d+mn
sometimes i wanna f+ck all on my old b+tch
but my new b+tch, she way too bad, d+mn, yeah
havin’ drip, i be havin’ drip, hundreds blue, they crip
who that is with a quarter mill’ at the dealership?
let’s [?] chain, boy, these n+ggas lame, we are not the same
havin’ diamonds, i be havin’ diamonds, more than johnny dang (ceo, motherf+cker)
[chorus]
havin’ plenty drip like a white boy
but i’m a trap n+gga with that bag, ayy (ceo, motherf+)
i’m ’bout to start hangin’ with some white boys
why, ’cause i got all these n+ggas mad, d+mn (ayy, ayy, ayy)
sometimes i wanna f+ck all on my white girl
but i can’t ’cause she ain’t got no ass, ayy
and all these rap n+ggas make me laugh (ha)
’cause they be rappin’, but ain’t got no cash, d+mn

[verse 2]
i can’t help but laugh at y’all, how you trap, but never ball?
used to be a fan to y’all, ’til i found out you be cappin’, dawg
cuban link, that’s a whole key, bread like sara lee
who is he? icey as a b with that [?]
straight out the road shooter text to my college b+tch
i’m tryna f+ck but she say she ain’t class, d+mn
so f+ck it, our shooter text to my hood b+tch
live in the colonies, but she got ass, d+mn (yeah)
country sh+t, forgies on my whip just to ride sunday, b+tch
icy sh+t, vvs on my wrist, them fifty pointers, b+tch
tennis chain, championship rings, i done k!lled the game
havin’ diamonds, i be havin’ diamonds, more than johnny dang

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