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danny brown – white stripes lyrics

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n-gg- get a life, ten deep crewneck
blunt to the face n-gg-, never ask who’s next
homie, i ain’t two tecs, that’s big homie, ay
where the f-ck was his gangster -ss out in la
a bay bay, this is a not a dis
but your b-tch look like hurricane chris
and n-gg- it’s fact,
that what you rap fiction
i spit on your grave then i grab my charles d-ckens
your b-tches do my braids, say dog i be hittin’
never knew my d-ck be where you be kissin’
when i shoot missions, gotta keep a clip in
or roll deep like roaches in my kitchen
dog, i ain’t trippin’, but they never gone
they don’t even run when i cut the lights on
homes what’s the biz? n-gg- watch yo’ kids
ya b-tch say my d-ck bigger than john holmes’
limes in corona, 2 for 18,
might pop adderall, i don’t f-ck with no lean
didn’t at a mall, n-gg- f-ck ’em all
walk in thrift stores now watch daddy ball
vintage -ss fleeces, skinny, no creases
me and these is like ets and reeses pieces
layin’ on beaches, ho’s toe’s pedicured
b-tch gave me head ’cause she liked my metaphors
bout gettin’ head, isn’t that ironic like alanis morrissette?

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tight like corsets ’round the waists of s&m b-tches
b-tch -ss fat like delicious is
hoes say i’m inconsiderate
’cause i make ’em treat my d-ck like licorice
they can get a pack of twizzlers on me
light skinned b-tch, that i call darkie
always in beef like eek the cat & sharkie
so i ate the cat, now she heart me
roll another spliff, pop another pill
live every day like a n-gg- goin’ away
window didn’t lock, f-ck ’em with the pot
gotta n-gg- two hots and a top cot
so n-gg-s like to plot, i move on instinct
n-gg- i could walk down a year on the precinct
and these bars’ll still be hotter than your new sh-t
why you tryna keep it warm like somebody else p-ss
in that drop on the way to the p.o.
you talk sh-t, turn his b-tch to el nino
red jalepeno, flow neo-geo
rock like lil’ john “bia bia” live in rio
n-gg-, you a peepshow, f-ckin’ quarter freak ho
hit you with the psycho, now you el finito



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