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Artiste : Kevin Gates
Titre : White Tan
Stupid Step-Father, I´m wonderin´ is you stupid?
Facial expression vacant, get puzzled as if a doofus
Bad news truly, nose up her ass often

Socially a misfit, my dick you should get off it
4 63´s, clickin´ 9s, droppin´ dimes off it
Bottom line a revolver, problem of mine solver
Dodgin´ a crime, while in the blind of a flyin´ saucer
Unidentified object, and dead of the night walkin´
Dawg barkin I´m sparkin, hard to talk from a coffin
When Tharson go to war couldn´t call it off if I called him
Needle into my skin no pretendin´ be somewhat therapeutic
While in my lair in the air performin´ aerial movement
Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters

Stare or prove it, arousin´ theories that I´m hard to kill
Oxygen the toxin´ while watchin´ shawty contortion´ it

I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been comin´ at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I´m droppin´ soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin´
White tan, oh ohhh ohh
White tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh
White tan oh oh

Shit, I got to feelin´ myself
I forgot where I come in
Hold on
Hold up
Let me see

It go bloom bloom blocka, salute troops proper
Pigs inquisitive ya listenin´ better not be Sinatra
Ya better resemble Gotti
Embodyin´ Luca Brasi
In the lobby with the try-me
Ya women wish they could try it out
Creep into the Cliqo, not humble who gon´ stick by me now?
While he down, devisin´ a plot, wish they could tie me down?

I be round, Mafia Mechanisms and all sorts
All ports, circlin´ the globe thuggin´ the raw sport
Raw Report Magazine reader, pull up in raw form
All corn, state of athleticism in y´all dorm
What I meant by sippin´ drank the color we all knowin´
With that shit the same color as a airport

I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been comin´ at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I´m droppin´ soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin´
White tan, oh ohhh ohh

White tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh
White tan oh oh