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letra de white boy - papa pasty

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[intro]
“…everybody is curious i mean basically i’m photographing my own curiosity
what i am curious about, is what i take pictures of
but i don’t know what i’m curious about until i get a photograph
it teaches me
i think you can only learn by standing out here on the street
and experiencing it
cause what you’ll find out is that you’ve got feelings about things
and you’re not sure where those feelings come from
the street tells you everyday, here it is…”
[verse 1]
comin’ from the cold bruh
outta minnesota
hangin’ with the soldiers
runnin’ with the cobras
prolly already told ya
got a lil dough bruh
couple bands of cold stuff
runnin’ touchin’ toes rough
dope game my game hoes lame issa shamе
how the gangsta boo is gonna cl!ck up on you b-tches mane
gotta rеpresent, yeah you better pitch a tent
constant grindin’ heaven sent
call that time well spent
gotta keep my mind clear
vision prying out my ears
can’t look back, wipe the tears
temporary for the years
feel canary every day
got some ramen out my way
remember drinking sorbe
every day i gotta say

[chorus]
white boy keep up with em pictures
one day on the grind with the signatures
don’t look back on a dime in a whittaker
i’ma scoot with a flute i’ma fiddler
sip it up from da cup give a crack at her
on the runway it a fun way i’ma racketer
that girl wendy she quite friendly i’m a snack at her
call me tcp i’m a packeter

white boy keep up with em pictures
one day on the grind with the signatures
don’t look back on a dime in a whittaker
i’ma scoot with a flute i’ma fiddler

[verse 2]
how the f-ck you gonna tell me to live my life
hey maui
you better think twice
what the f-ck
i ain’t about that sh-t
gather ’round my bl!ck
jot it down with a bic
just to make my haters sick
said i’d hit another l!ck
i ain’t teaching you my tricks
dig you down to level 6
not flexin’ rollies on the wrist
baddest b-tches takin’ fl!cks
snappin’ sony series 6
picture perfect view you wish
[chorus]
sip it up from da cup give a crack at her
on the runway it a fun way i’ma racketer
that girl wendy she quite friendly i’m a snack at her
call me tcp i’m a packeter

white boy keep up with em pictures
one day on the grind with the signatures
don’t look back on a dime in a whittaker
i’ma scoot with a flute i’ma fiddler

sip it up from da cup give a crack at her
on the runway it a fun way i’ma racketer
that girl wendy she quite friendly i’m a snack at her
call me tcp i’m a packeter

a wise man once said we all dead f-ck it
only fools rush in to things worth nothin’
gotta have somethin’, gotta bake m-ffins
gotta get a gat if you wanna stay gunnin’
runnin’ up a hill yeah you gotta pay the bills
gotta get those mills n photograph these thrills
i’m goin’ through it deep but i’m never poppin’ pills
like master curry i’m just spittin’ through my ills

[chorus]
white boy keep up with em pictures
one day on the grind with the signatures
don’t look back on a dime in a whittaker
i’ma scoot with a flute i’ma fiddler

sip it up from da cup give a crack at her
on the runway it a fun way i’ma racketer
that girl wendy she quite friendly i’m a snack at her
call me tcp i’m a packeter

white boy keep up with em pictures
one day on the grind with the signatures
don’t look back on a dime in a whittaker
i’ma scoot with a flute i’ma fiddler

sip it up from da cup give a crack at her
on the runway it a fun way i’ma racketer
that girl wendy she quite friendly i’m a snack at her
call me tcp i’m a packeter

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