4020 Boyz - White Hat lyrics

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4020 Boyz - White Hat lyrics

Will on That Lean Ick on that Green this rap game so simple so sweet like 16 spit sh** like hot sauce big beard no rick ross ick smoke like exhaust no air so get lost okay im the best Im k**ing these n***as nothing less Iced out watch im so impressed I spit so sick now im strep 9 piece 8 ball Im fly takeoff yp bob ross 100 grand mob boss okay im flyer then you im stuck in the sky im something like a airplane okay spit sicker then you threw up on this track aint that a damn shame okay i got a show spit that sh** i call it blow you think im the sh** so b**h say something I dont see you so boy say nothing Im cooking man no dance sh** (no) Microwave (Microwave) watch it blow quick Quarter Keys Elbows Im a show you how to stack stack from the floor whip game drop back Serving n***as stupid like a thundercat swerving on these n***as like a thundercat doctor suess no special im talking my White Hat Going in Going In Not a option Cooking work Cooking work thats my profit skipping cookies skipping cookies hell naw money is the mission I thought I told ya whip game whip game drop back thats the basics in the kitchen while you cooking crack ask Ray charles he could smell that Money off the top you can by that my sh** crid my sh** cost my sh** ace my sh** ross mys sh** columbus causy I rep my city If you say you a boss well come and f** with me Im cooking man no dance sh** (no) Microwave (Microwave) watch it blow quick Quarter Keys Elbows Im a show you how to stack stack from the floor whip game drop back Serving n***as stupid like a thundercat swerving on these n***as like a thundercat doctor suess no special im talking my White Hat Im a pastry chief, all I bake is pies Leave they mouths numb, and they eyes wide I turnem into zombies, no resident evil And they keep my pockets full of green dead people Just got in some Snooki fresh from the Jersey Shore Dont use a lot of soda, like to keep it pure Fist pump it hard, watch it jump back Let the fiends get a taste and they running back Quarter key in the pot, cooking on the stove Chop a pack in half, we call it diet coke Every time I sell out I make a hundred grand Keep it underneath the sink behind the pots and pans Im cooking man no dance sh** (no) Microwave (Microwave) watch it blow quick Quarter Keys Elbows Im a show you how to stack stack from the floor whip game drop back Serving n***as stupid like a thundercat swerving on these n***as like a thundercat doctor suess no special im talking my White Hat

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