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princeton 2 perry - whitey g lyrics

[intro: whitey g]
huh?
you wanna start it over?
you gots to like real high energy, foe (vvs, you forgot to hit it)
go, go

[chorus: whitey g]
put that sh*t on
left up out the crib, i’m louis downed, i got that glock on (what?)
who the f*ck you know made a hundred off an iphone? (who?)
who the f*ck you know sent a hit off a f*ckin’ drone? (go)
huh, my mama always told me i ain’t got no friends (no)
told me, “n*gga, don’t hang with him, it’s gon’ be you or him”
she say, “f*ck all them n*ggas, boy, don’t even hang with them”
i told her, “mama, i got a switch, plus i shoot like kemp” (brr)

[verse 1: whitey g]
when i’m ridin’, it’s super fast, i don’t even stop at lights
i got a case for that sh*t right now, sh*t, i gotta fight (i got a lawyer)
but that sh*t it light, my n*ggas fightin’ for they life (go)
help your n*gga bond out or, b*tch, you ain’t right (b*tch)
i’m on 55th, the pool table, we shootin’ dice (go)
bet a hundrеd and five hundred, i’ll reroll a fivе (go)
after my point, n0body move or n*ggas gonna die (ha)
n*ggas call me, “whitey emerald,” i could whip a pie
[bridge: whitey g]
uh, b*tch, i drop the five
uh, uh, yeah, b*tch, i’m high
yeah, that n*gga gonna die
and we gon’ set it up like it was a suicide

[chorus: whitey g, whitey & maf teeski]
put that sh*t on
left up out the crib, i’m louis downed, i got that glock on
who the f*ck you know made a hundred off an iphone? (what?)
who the f*ck you know sent a hit off a f*ckin’ drone? (go)
huh, my mama always told me i ain’t got no friends (no)
told me, “n*gga, don’t hang with him, it’s gon’ be you or him” (go)
she say, “f*ck all them n*ggas, boy, don’t even hang with them”
i told her, “mama, i got a switch, plus i shoot like kemp”

[verse 2: maf teeski]
i told my mama i got a switch and, b*tch, i shoot like dame
ever since i signed my deal, got brand new guns, cars and chains
but my scoom wild and he collect hats, if i tell him to k!ll, he gon’ touch your brain
svr or the 392, i could cash right now on a ‘cat or a range
yeah, still out here gettin’ that free drench, you n*ggas can’t stop that rain
took him for drugs, money and jewelry, that sweet*ass n*gga a stain
say the wrong and we’ll hit your block with arps, just me and my gang
catch you a headshot out this glock, we ain’t doin’ no recruitin’ if you ain’t got aim

- whitey g lyrics

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