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]
Back to lyrics by Dem Franchize Boyz
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