Dukedagod
Dukedagod - White Girls lyrics
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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