Dukedagod - White Girls feat. Cam'ron Lyrics lyrics

rate me

Killa, lemme tell you about my wifey real quick

I done wifed up, that's what's in and shit, ya dig

Verse 1:

Yo she took me out my stinkin' Aces, to the pinkest bracelet

Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist

Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough

Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (From what)

From Columbia, then she moved to Canada

Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her

Met her in '90, Javel was the damager

I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her

That was confusin' her, he was abusing her

That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah

Of course, of course, never had intercourse

Of course, of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss

I would flip for my momma, got me gettin' my commas

Paid for my 1st vaca', a trip to Bahamas

Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas

That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor

Chorus:

Poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he did

Verse 2:

My pride and joy, I call her Butter

When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers

She live with me right, I hide her from my mother

See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutter

I let my baby hang outside with the brothers

Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers

Shot five wit' a sucka, another five wit' a trucker

Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter

That's my holy ma-momma, second only to ganja

But I did watch her, played Tony Montana

Here's a queelo, yep she'll be back

For them pesos, yep she'll be crack

Rocks so bright, money so right

I got 7 workers, she's Snow White

And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze

Killa Cam hand to hand with cocoa leafs

And, and it's

It's them boys, we get dough

Ask a fiend, cuz they know

And, and, don't be shy

Where to lie

We get high, fa' sho, Dipset, let's ride

Chorus

Verse 3

Killa, Mr. McGoo said the bird's the word

But the fur Byrdgang flip birds on curbs

And, it's ya homie thunny, I got a pony dummy

Phonies clone me, calm down I'm only money

Like Prince Akee, you the servant Semi

Livin' Martin's dream as I burn a hemi

Not concerned with many, got my girl here

When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty

And, and it's

It's them boys, we get dough

Ask a fiend, cuz they know

And, and, don't be shy

Where to lie

We get high, fa' sho, Dipset, let's ride

Chorus