Dyme-A-Duzin - White Girl lyrics
rate meI just wanna see you dance off rhythm to a dancehall rhythm
On the floor making her booty pop, pray the Lord it isn't booty pop
Dirty dancing with a movie star, dirty thoughts of what I'd do to her
White, she don't really listen but this audio dope move coke like Clinton
Would your Dad mind I'm a black guy? You ever snort white off a black log?
You ever laid dubs in the trap? Now who you know higher than Dymez? Riddle me that, nigga!
Nigga we back with a flow and an energy my enemies lack
Swimming with sharks when dealing with these industry cats,
But what you thought was killing me is bringing me back
Its like
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You must be stuck up in a dream,
Its like adding gasoline to the fire get me started like
I flip my birds to the world
Like a kilo of that white girl, she just wanna party like
It's a shame how I'm hurting niggas feelings
Crushing up the weed while they crushing on these women
Cutting when I need, you be cutting when you she bleed
I be nutting in her weave and you spend time spending
Toast to the killer Dymez Lennon, iller rhymes to solidify victims
To sharp not to hit a mark, who do you consider comp?
Here's a box, get inside with him
I'm back off my field trip, with that real shit for your soul
Been that beast ripping my coast, plus my swank is doing most
Rock that Puma life on my toes.
I'm so Insane in my bolts
Rock my two chains on my boat, my flow so Hussein I'm gone blow, No?
Fuck outta here!
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Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Sipping a glass of liquor another shot
Then I'm passed my limit, dancing with you like
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Off a tab she tripping I got the zans
And the grass back at the pad what would you like?
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Tell your friends we dipping,
I got the cash, put hey asses in a cab, you with it right? Right?
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Looking righteous, in them tights,
Yes, I think I might just
White Girl in a red Jeep, blonde hair in my jeans while I speed through the green lights, wow
Coke in her nose, while I'm poking her throat, so Sneeze magazine like
So gone I can't see right, feeling so right it can't be wrong
Getting brains to my theme song, with a thottie that I thought I'd only see in porns
Come be my Rachel Starr, be my Alexis Texas
Your leggings wrap your present, best neck to my recollection
Shaking like etch and sketches, you the best the rest where sketchy
Suck me like I'm the president, presidential Rolexes and
Presidents in my wallet, all my pockets it's precious
You probably payed for them puppies, you know about pretending
This music soothing your senses. Shining hard and I'm getting it
I explode on your tits its, white all over like Christmas