And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!
Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
These hoes ain't acting right
The do’s and don’ts are black and white
At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on
He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
To the same plant, and the same pants
She do it with no hands
All white boys live white collar and there scholars,
Better yet they work my every nerve
And stressed... about my white past
600 benz, condo six hundred grand
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