Just a skinny white girl,
And he, what's his name, earl
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/
Kinda like maths and asian
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase
Yea i'm asian and i get them a's, so you know how it goes, something i don't lack is praise
I need one white coffin
You can disown him or stone him
And pray to be an asian and stand proud, but til then i'm shook
By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book
I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son
But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'
White black contrast doesn't matter
Took the van, went snatch her
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