I continue my plan and I'm sure like white sand That they'll be price paying before my flight land But still I want to see more than my sight can A door
as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and sprite on a private flight Bitch I been tight since guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white And
(Jack White/Mark Spiro) Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow It's just a matter of time Until you're running back in my arms again Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow
use it that's what it's for Go inside, for your finest inspiration Your dreams will open the door It makes no difference if you're black or white If
money niggas Get get money niggas (x3) See one thing we have in common Is that we some get money niggas (Hate) [Soulja Boy] I?m in the Limbo White wit the doors
k that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get this nigga next door
other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna
more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision
't leaving (Been thinking 'bout you, ooh) Thinking about you all night, in positions of all types Magician, I'll make your clothes disappear if that's all right Ferarri, all white
name, whats my name [Drake] I heard you good with them soft lips Yeah you know word of mouth the square root of 69 is 8 something cuz I've been tryna work it out, oooow good weed, white
my name? Yeah, I heard you good with them soft lips Yeah you know word of mouth The square root of 69 is 8 somethin', right? 'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh Good weed, white
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
Tuxedo waiters, black ties White tablecloths and red wine We've been plannin' this night Lookin' forward to it for sometime Now honey, I know you love
door Me and my stupid pride, sitting here alone Going through the photographs, staring at the phone I keep going back over things we both said And I remember the slamming door
watched his back That's the only way To roll on the track But yo Mitch got rushed by the feds last week They snatched by the trunk Of his white Cornice
up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative, GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo, I be splashin' Street Wars The hardcore ambassador in a black four door
up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo I be splashin' Street Wars The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door
verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk