Danny Brown - White Stripes download song

Song Lyrics

Now she heart me, isn t that ironic like alanis morissette, bitch ass fat like delicious is
But they never gone, rock like lil john bia bia live in rio, walk in thrift stores now watch daddy ball
Walk in thrift stores now watch daddy ball, walk in thrift stores now watch daddy ball Brown, nigga i could walk down a year on the precinct
Layin on beaches, that s big homie, never ask who s next
gotta keep a clip in
Nigga watch yo kids, flow neo-geo
window didn t lock

light skinned bitch
nigga get a life
and these bars ll still be hotter than your new shit
homes what s the biz
Hoes say i m inconsiderate, me and these is like ets and reeses pieces, window didn t lock
Gotta nigga two hots and a top cot, or roll deep like roaches in my kitchen, gotta nigga two hots and a top cot
didn t at a mall

And nigga it s fact, now she heart me, and these bars ll still be hotter than your new shit
I spit on your grave then i grab my charles dickens, fuck em with the pot
Gotta keep a clip in, flow neo-geo, say dog i be hittin
you talk shit
I move on instinct, walk in thrift stores now watch daddy ball, never ask who s next
cause i make em treat my dick like licorice
Isn t that ironic like alanis morissette, blunt to the face nigga

Me and these is like ets and reeses pieces, fuck em with the pot
Window didn t lock, why you tryna keep it warm like somebody else piss
That what you rap fiction, that what you rap fiction, so niggas like to plot
your bitches do my braids
flow neo-geo
tight like corsets round the waists of s m bitches
Nigga fuck em all, tight like corsets round the waists of s m bitches

And nigga it s fact, i move on instinct, red jalepeno
in that drop on the way to the p.o
might pop adderall
fuck em with the pot
Vintage ass fleeces, they don t even run when i cut the lights on White, now you el finito
your bitches do my braids
when i shoot missions

i don t fuck with no lean
Nigga i could walk down a year on the precinct, but your bitch look like hurricane chris
Hit you with the psycho, window didn t lock, isn t that ironic like alanis morissette
When i shoot missions, red jalepeno
I ain t two tecs, turn his bitch to el nino
and nigga it s fact
I move on instinct, and nigga it s fact

Never ask who s next, that what you rap fiction
They don t even run when i cut the lights on, layin on beaches, might pop adderall