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mr. white - hitemupty lyrics

(intro)
k!ller goin’ crazy
ay man this sh*t for pure comedic purposes
(andre run it up)
nothing i say in this sh*t should be taken seriously
walk inside the bank, they be like, mr. white what you doing?
(ceo this a vibe boy)

(hook)
his name mr. white, but he a black man
come through in all black, i feel like batman
b*tch, i’m him, n*gga
b*tch, i’m that man
walk outside the bank and i got racks, man, let’s go
walk out fully loaded, n*gga, lookin’ like he scammed the bank
1942, them casamigos, b*tch, i’m off the drank
if i need a vid and can’t get nick, i’m gon’ hit up frank
n*ggas really shootin’, they not using hands, they not like tank
mr. white pull up, he got his favorite color, red, n*gga
styling on these n*ggas, b*tch, i feel likе f*ckin’ ed, n*gga
no, it’s not red lobster, but i just came for thе bread, n*gga
lil, b*tch, it’s my birthday, i’m a motherf*ckin’ bread winner

(verse 1)
i’m tryna bask up in my glory
b*tch, i’m an activist like kore
half these n*ggas, they don’t like me, tryna find me like i’m dory
they keep on watchin’ all my stories
but swear that they don’t like that though
that ain’t my baby hoe, where maury?
man, this why i don’t like you hoes
i don’t care for hoes, i care for comma’s
these hoes just drama, boy
if i found love, it’ll be just like osama
he gotta stunna boy
these women, they gon’ leave just cause they wanna
they want to and they gonna
i treat my women right cause of my momma
we eat at benihana
mr. white, huh?, yeah, what you doin’ (chillin n*gga)
who you chasin’ (ion know)
yeah, who you pursuin’ (ion know)
money clothes, huh yeah, cars and hoes (f*ck these hoes)
are you chasin’ goals?
or tryna f*ck these hoes
(hook)
his name mr. white, but he a black man
come through in all black, i feel like batman
b*tch, i’m him, n*gga, b*tch, i’m that man
walk outside the bank, i got them racks man
walk out fully loaded, n*gga, lookin’ like he scammed the bank
1942, i’m off the migos, b*tch, i’m off the drank
if i need a vid, and can’t get nick, i’m gon’ hit up frank
n*ggas really shootin’ ain’t usin’ hands, they not like tank

(verse 2)
b*tch, i got gold standards, i’m just like shelton, b*tch
tryna whip that srt just like i’m kelton, b*tch
he like my cousin, n*gga (like jalen)
he pull up melting sh*t
and for that hoe that say she exposed me, b*tch that’s not my d*ck
you stupid, lyin’ b*tch, hoe hop off my d*ck
you probably mad i f*cked with shh, and she was likin’ this
that’s why your friend bad, huh, and not you, lil’ hoe (you ugly)
and that’s why shh did you bad, you stupid, dirty hoe
hey, mr. white, what the f*ck you doin’ n*gga?
man, i’m dissin’ sh*t
man, you not supposed to diss on these hoes, man
man, n*gga, f*ck that b*tch
nah, bro, like, you really trippin’, it’s your birthday
nah, man, f*ck that sh*t
at least tell me why you dissin’ them, man
i just don’t like the b*tch
mr. white, man, you trippin’, man
man, you, you, you speakin’ on old junk
man you ain’t even supposed to care about that no more, you know what i’m sayin’
but she still lyin’ on me, though, i don’t even like that, i don’t even play like that
but that’s what these hoes do, these hoes lie, you know that though
man, i don’t even, don’t even care about that, b*tch, man, f*ck that hoe
man, yeah, you can say f*ck her, but i don’t need you dropping no disses, though
man, i just don’t like that b*tch, man
i really just wanna diss that hoe
nah, man, f*ck that sh*t, it’s your birthday, bro
stop trippin’, bro

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