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Cut it, chop it, cut it, chop it White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White white white rich She like to live in my face She like to fuck up my taste She love to turn up my bass She on some fuck it, let's race, ok, ok, ok She like to sip til she can't She like to spend over make She like to yell, I can't think Need her every night, little less in the day, AM AM She like to keep me up late She like to eat off my plate She love to touch room key (chop chop) She get so fine, she don't ever let me look away, ok She like the worst part of me She love it cause I always wanna play She love to keep me awake She the bag, she the bag that I wish I wouldn't chase White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White white white rich She make me numb I feel nothin, nothin She make me numb I feel nothin, nothing, nothin I'm bout to grind fa the pape I'm bout to rhyme with no hate I got no time for the fakes She in my lines, still I got lines for the beat all day I do not fuck with a snake I'm about to ditch my old ways She keep me in a haze Good thing, good thing she was just a phase White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White, sniff this shit White car, dark bitch White white white rich I love you baby I love you bay-baby I love you baby I love you bay-baby She make me numb I feel nothin, nothin She make me numb I feel nothin, nothing, nothin
Writer(s): Michael Landers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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