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tyepacino - wh!te lyrics

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(shout out my na a k, this sh-t hard as f-ck!)

please don’t talk to me bout nothing else except a check

i just, had to go and risk it all for my respect
i might, take the right way when these ns looking left
i just, popped another 15 milli percocet

i’m like, made a flip off of that iphone, dialtone
and i had some dirty soda styrofoam, mind gone
if a na test might get his mind blown
i’m on all the bullsh-t and i touchdown on her like a pylon

hold up what’s that?
i just need me a pack
i just need me some cash and a thick b-tch with -ss
smoking gas i got fumes in my lungs, i’m immune
to smoking bambús like i ain’t got sh-t to lose

yeah i ain’t got sh-t to prove but i got some sh-t to do
i had a dream bout one of you b-tches that’s on my to-do list

she suck me up, she suck me up gums, it’s sloppy, toothless
why you acting new b-tch i seen you in the nude b-tch

she want me to build with her i told her i ain’t bob
she wan suck me in the front seat, p-ssenger just while i drive
ate me up just like some lunch meat after that i said goodbye
she said wait can we get high, i said b-tch aight

i got blue faces, blue flames inside my body i ignite
she kept on pitching that -ss to me but she never threw a strike
she look at me like her majesty, she look at you like her knight
and no don’t ask me to p-ss my blunt cuz these runtz right here they white b-tch

they white b-tch
they white b-tch
white b-tch keep sniffing coca that’s that white sh-t

white b-tch
that white sh-t
i only hit her once to see if i would like it

alright sh-t, set her aside sh-t ooh
this drip ooh, sauce you can’t wipe it ooh
that’s light sh-t, amiri i like it
i’m recording myself i ain’t type this

that’s dead ask a bird what she keep complaining for she want bread
she see the guys i’m with they be dangerous she ain’t scared
it’s 2024, a k cooked this b-tch up right here
going broke my inner fear, i can’t let sh-t interfere

look bro, i ain’t with none of that f-ck sh-t that you talking about
look woe, i ain’t with none of that pillow talking about no thot lil ho
if you wan f-ck one of my thots gotta pay me alot lor bro, necklace pot of gold

shorty was 5 foot 4, thug life like pac
at your door like dominoes
got alot of flows
he’s an imposter, i might bust his cantaloupe
bold like mufasa, now his brains like pasta bro

dirty fanta nothing else really matters woe
it was haunted, i departed to atlanta bro
disregard it, problem solve it i’m the answer woe
she was sloppy with that head like where her manners go, whoa!

(d-mn a k)
2024 sh-t b-tch
(shout out my na a k, this sh-t hard as f-ck)

and we still throwing 4s up
all year

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