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letra de a.w.e (all white everything) - argz aliko

[intro]
yeah yeah
(hums all white everything x2)
yeah i’m trying to catch it, one second

[hook]
all white everything
from the cars to the clothes to the diamonds
all i need was a wedding ring
yeah

[verse]
let me put on my shoes, let me put on my nikes
everything white step out in a suit
and my family ties, donkey and diddy my sides
yeah i got the juice i’m feeling like pac back in 1992
they’re like who are you? like who am i?
i’m mister pull up and hop out the ride
i swear that i’m nice, my girl was a 5
new pair of titties went under the knife
now she think she a 9 ha
you know i cannot stay over the night
oh look at the time
she like the way that i’m living my life
and i know it ain’t right but its little does she know
that i can’t even get a foot out cos i’m waist deep
the coupe ain’t got no roof its topless like it’s page 3
she wanna come hotbox the coupe yeah she fazey
one spliff and she smoked the whole eighth
see my n-gg-s they out in l.a yeah
don’t worry about me never mind me
baby puff your lungs away
i get top in the clouds
head in the clouds like drake in nothing was the same yeah
she wanna travel just to see me
she wanna n-gg- from the city (yeah!)
i’m breaking rules but i ain’t nikky yeah
i’m on the codeine are you dizzy yeah

i know you see potential in me
i know you want me cos i’m winning
the juice i’m sipping got me trippy yeah(x2)
i think i’m gonna pull a whitey (white)
pulling up in something whitey (white)
cold heart on my white tee (white)
the juice i’m sipping got me trippy yeah
i know you see potential in me
i know you want me cos i’m winning
raining on your bloodclart yeah i’m dripping
buds all in the jam jar and they stinkin
back it out the front garden i’m whipping
spinning up the runner car through the city
(skuuuuur)
yeah, tell your boy watch his mouth
cos the chatty mouth tings too loud yeah
who you gonna blame when my n-gg-s run up
in your traphouse and they’re running back out yeah
i don’t wanna go home, i give prez a shout
then i jump up in the p-ssengers side n we roll thru south
my cargo legal look a lit (my cargo legal look a lit yeah)
from the 7 to the 6 (from the 7 to the 6 yeah)
half a chicken with my chips
smithen western with a b-tch yeah
god, the devils on my shoulder
please don’t let this n-gg- live here
please dont let this n-gg- live
gotta let this n-gg- go
hot or cold you know we snow on the globe
and my bigger bro he in the trap home alone
and he cooking mccauly culkin on the stove
i’m lethal with it, danny glover mixed with bruce banner
pulling up everything white still screaming black lives do matter
got new heights i got a new planner
still whizz it like i’m michael schumacher
and if you ever see your b-tch is acting out of line
its probably cos the crew had her
my n-gg-s smoking on that diesel
i’ll be pouring up a litre
get her back to the hotel be the shooter take this nina

or you can shout your dealer baby
yeah go and shout your dealer baby
your man i can’t see him he john cena’s baby
chill over there roll your weed up
and i’ll just put my feet up
and i’ll slap on this fifa baby
your man i can’t see him he john cena baby
thats way too much amnesia baby
chill over there roll your weed up
and i’ll just put my feet up
and i’ll slap on this fifa

[pre-hook]
i know you see potential in me(x3)
yeah i kno you see

[hook]
all white everything
from the cars to the clothes to the diamonds
all i need was a wedding ring(x2)

- argz aliko

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