Corner Boy P - White House Watch lyrics

rate me

(ft. Curren$y)

Rule that wheels, break the deals, shop some lane, exact task peal,

I build this back a couple of years, now hands clap when I appear and cheers

no scripts these actions is real, no cap guns them lets the kill

over that stretch will be stretched out the still,

hold your breath is threat and go L bone

the shit they can't prepare for,

yeah boy I smoke with your bitch she rolled up seven mall,

revolution that's the shit, they won't give me credit for

better acknowledgment from this suthers ain't for a minute for

eating over here the logo, she be a dinner for,

J lo, plenty cards she wanna be run and Ferraris and Lamborghinis all

nigga you mad you would fuck your bitch while you speed it back

sucker you a camp why you been the clutch,

high it up on my window lunch, valley give me a white

down to leave it up front,

show peace big wings White House watch fool presidential rollie dead

why stop when I'm living like goldie,

when them time bring the furs out, turn your girls out,

on trip I'm stop for real.

Weak niggas are strong weed, kill em all

let the devil saw the model if you ask me

and nigga we untouchable, can't fuck with us

grind found me, organize crown family the jetting up,

bitch is fell in love first time I picked it up

and took it to the stole told her get what she want

bags underneath the wood engine int he trump

show you is money out here that's what you want

man of..drug dealer.., gold rolls let them bine

from cash rap the rubble bastard checks with the..

luxury calls I'm used to cracks there is..

and nigga gave me nothing still I'm with it we don't make a dollar,

fuck it bitches living public house,

to ride down on them niggas tryint shit on me,

now I'm like you're dealing or using shit homie,

'cause I'll be on the block, looking like I gotta have a ticket on me,

look at this car wish you would put a ticket on it,

broke niggas watch me like I gotta chicken on me,

ain't gonna ..when I got em putting ticket on em,

a party so high that the baby mama off em,

those niggas die every day with no money for a call

and they go to jail without no money for lawyers

so play the shooter I'll be the target.