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
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