Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Laterphoenix and smack a bitch, leave a smoking craterthat white girl is my
Just a skinny white girl,
And he, what's his name, earl
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being
A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one
A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given
Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike
Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride
Rock solid like a stalagmite over betty white,
The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
Being a white knight ain't acceptable
Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble
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