Dyme-A-Duzin - White Girl lyrics

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I 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