| White Tees | ||||||
| Yup in my white tee (times 12) [Hook 2 times] I slang in my white tee I bang in my white tee All in the club spittin game in my white tee I bling in my white tee serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback i look clean in my white tee (verse 1) Step on tha scene with some green & some hard white work Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt We all get money and we all smoke twerk Hit tha dirt on squirt will leave all yall murk Cause im fresh in my white tee they glance at my white tee & i Got the hat that match my pants and my white tee Whoever you might see I know they got a white tee Uncle brother sister mother or your wifey Hanes or fruit of the loom be the Name of my white tee I gotta change man its a stain on my white tee Lame in a white tee i bring the pain in my white tee Hispanic cracka nigga even yang wearin white tee Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee A throw back no that hell naw it dont excite me You don't need no throwback cause you will be set on you white tee You can get a circle or a v neck on ur white tee [hook times 2] (verse 2) I hit the mall in my white tee Ooh i think they like me or they diamond shine so brightly Yeah u know how i be under my tee it the wifey .... or tighly FOr them who think im soft nigga come and try me They goin to find your body White tees in the club and while we drinkin on bacardi Fuck throw backs white tees in party Now don't get me started gotta try bacardi Drama we avoid it Every one wear white tees cause they can't afford it Girls wear white tees, boys wear white tees Niggas in the trap now i bet they got a white tee I wear a white tee, you wear a white tee The next day catch me with a brand new white tee Oh they buy clean white shoes fresh jeans But on tha boy shirt what it say not a thingg [hook times 2] (verse 3) I gotta couple throwbacks it just i choose not to wear them White tee exrtaganza nigga like a foot locker sale Niggas think i done fail but my paper stacking a lot Or you can throw back this ANd im a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya Street gang with little fame them hoes gonna chase ya Can't escapefrom this white shit it done covered the map Like crack been her in the 80s and it took over the trap Come to the hood you can find me trappin in my white tee Standing with full grill niggas might try me know how i be still in my white tee Rock jeans tiger green yeah girls like me Haters try to bite me Some try to dislike me Became a rich nigga and the feds try to indicte me Yup in my white tee [times 12] |
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| Back to lyrics by Dem Franchize Boyz | ||||||