Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
Can't touch me, can't even close
And getting money is the song i sing
Ive come *this* close to snapping
"you were malcolm, its not even close"
So while you worry about the hoes
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.
Listen close, and let your mind visualize
Before we see it's hard to live
Memories, yeah, i hold em close,
Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes
There's a breathless hush in the close tonight
I seem to love these whips - a white
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