white sand part 2
Singer:rick ross
i put the team together like i'm meyer lansky
can't even clock my land speed
let's see how long that last me
i sign for mils and run through it just like an athlete
say i'm insane cause everything always pertain dope
i say you're right and pray i see you hoes on skid row
look what they did to wayne
all of them white sands all up in your wife man
shit in my right hand will shorten up your lifespan
scrape right from out the bottom of that rice pan
i'm deadly with my dice hand
over-do it like shower posse
coming through loud and cocky
you's a black and white tv all cloudy and sloppy
you's a sixties hippy joint and i'm flowers of poppy
top of the hourglass is grains of the white sand
better come run get this pipe
i tell the club owner to lower down the lights
baseball brim over the eyes
coverted to the hives man
crack kills motherfucka who cares
now tell the rest of your friends
now i'm yelling nine in the hole
two tecs protect my treasure while i digitally measure
her mouth do all the work while my dick get all the pleasure
that's what i be talking like
bring me twenty more than that tonight
i'm at you with that ratchet if i catch you with that package
bitch i'm 'bout my business and i'm damn sure gon' handle it
and i still got that white sand
i'm thinking taking up a dope trade
bags fatter than rasputia
my little dog'll shoot ya
and then from that that arm and hammer
whip it 'til it stretch hard
look at all my stretch cards
got this kitchen whoofing
bet they know i got the blow for the cheap nye
scared money don't make it
best believe i'm gon' take it
believe i'm gon' break it down to the nickel piece
i count bricks to go to sleep
surrounded by the leaches
hating from the bleachers
custom cars and cycles tight
bitch i ain't need none of them features
on black sand tanning cause they know my sand white
that shit looked like some yogurt
turned a hundred grand to a quota
i ain't missed a quota ever since
folding money more than merrill lynch