Whites Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2020
Lyrics
Whites - Cristale
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I-I-I-I I love Chris Rich
(When I slap on these black books, when I run a girl down then I'm mad)
(You don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside)
(I think I'll make this you know, it sounds cold)
(Don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside)
Uh, he tried bang I was on the road, but he running out of time tell time don't run please
He's out from talk to talk there's a full day shift giving junk to the junkie
Love run joke like you saying love run joke like monkeys
Till the juice gets spilt like phantom juice gets spilt like junkies
Grab, grab that belly and the latex gloves in up 'cause he might need those (might need those)
His light and dark is all pigmented there's like 19 tones (tones)
He's whipping up shit in country and a cocaine dial like 19 stones (19 stones)
If he starts with 40 peps then he shots two one that's 19 stones
Salt 28 grams in fat he brought that's a brilliant push (brilliant push)
And I don't friend, friend with stitches told us civilian shush he had to
Push that dark in the light and the light In the dark from the day to the night (night)
I'm gonna go down if I lie but I don't wanna creed so my cocaine wax (cocaine)
It's Pete when I slap on these black books (black books), when I run a girl down then I'm mad
You don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside
I'm like done by him harder (harder)
Life is black and white you show true colors I put my guard up (guard up)
Argue with your father (daddy), work rape mad one order (order)
There's man in OT one weekend with no headphones no charger (charger, charger)
Say "baby girl can you cook?" I said "what kind of food do you need?"
Two weeks on the county lines he's milking the bitches to make that cheese (cheese)
Farming with the pigs and cats play games and they say stop making peas (stop making)
Supplies and he done it like that and the cats say don't stop making please (brrr)
Salt 28 grams in fat he brought that's a brilliant push (brilliant push)
And I don't friend, friend with stitches told us civilian shush he had to
Push that dark in the light and the light In the dark from the day to the night (night)
I'm gonna go down if I lie but I don't wanna creed so my cocaine wax (cocaine)
It's Pete when I slap on these black books (black books), when I run a girl down then I'm mad, uh
You don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside
She teeth her man like stain this prick must feel shame let me shame this bitch
Took his sheep to the actions rich she got touched by the stainless stick
I was so nice till they made me switch (switch)
My man a girl down hood limpics run a girl down on a football pitch
Guys I rated him from he told me what he had with you saw no lights till the lights turned blue
Then he told me that he shot that food and he told me what he had to do
Salt 28 grams in fat he brought that's a brilliant push (brilliant push)
And I don't friend, friend with stitches told us civilian shush he had to
Push that dark in the light and the light In the dark from the day to the night (night)
I'm gonna go down if I lie but I don't
wanna creed so my cocaine wax (cocaine)
It's Pete when I slap on these black books (black books), when I run a girl down then I'm mad, uh
You don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside
Salt 28 grams in fat he brought that's a brilliant push (brilliant push)
And I don't friend, friend with stitches told us civilian shush he had to
Push that dark in the light and the light In the dark from the day to the night (night)
I'm gonna go down if I lie but I don't wanna creed so my cocaine wax (cocaine)
It's Pete when I slap on these black books (black books), when I run a girl down then I'm mad, uh
You don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside
It's Pete when I slap on these black books,
when I run a girl down then I'm mad
You don't wanna get in my back books turn them all out I'm mad outside
I-I-I-I I love Chris Rich (Chris)
(I think I'll make this you know, it sounds cold)