Crime Mob - White Tee - Sözleri

(background) Yep in my white tee [x12]



[Hook x2]

I slang in my white tee 

I bang in my white tee 

All in the club spitting game in my white tee 

I bling in my white tee serve,

feigns in my white tee 

fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee



[Verse 1]



Step on the scene with some green and some hard white work

Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt

We all get money and we all smoke purp

Hit the dirt one squirt will leave all yall merk

Cause im fresh in my white tee they glance at my white tee 

and I got the hat that match my pants and my white tee

Whoever that you might see 

I know they got a white tee 

Uncle brother sister mother dad or your wifey

Hanes or fruit of the loom be tha

Name of my white tee 

I gotta change man its a stain on my white tee 

Lames in a white tee I bring the pain in my white tee 

Hispanic cracka nigga even yangs wearin white tee 

Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee 

A throw back no that hell naw it'on 'cite me

You dont need no throwback cause you will be set on your white 

Tee you can get a circle or a V-neck on ur white tee



[Hook x2] 



[Verse 2]



I hit the mall in my white tee

Oh I think they like me or they like the diamonds cause they shine so brightly

Yeah you know i how i be under my tee it the wifey 

double talk tighly(?)

For them niggas who think im soft nigga come and try me

They going to find your body

White tees in the club and while we drinking on bacardi

Fuck throwbacks white tees in tha party

Now dont get me started gotta try bacardi

Drama we avoid it

Everyone wear white tees cause they can afford it

Girls wear white tee, boys wear white tee

Niggas in the trap nigga I bet they got a white tee

I wear a white tee, you wear a white tee

The next day catch me with a brand new white tee

Oh they buy clean white shoes fresh jeans

But on that boy shirt what it say not a thingg



[Hook x2]



I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them

White tee extravganza nigga like a foot locker sale 

Niggas think i don' fail but my paper stacking a lot

Or you can throw back this

but Partner check my nine

And im a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya

Street gangs with a little fame them hoes gonna chase ya

Can't escape from this white shit it done covered the map

Like crack been her in the 80's and it took over the trap

Come to the hood you can find me trappin in my white tee

Standing with a full grill niggas might try me know sho how i be still in my white tee

Rock jeans tiger green yeah girls like me

Haters try to bite me

Some try to dislike me

Became a rich nigga and the feds try to indite me



Yup in my white tee [x12]










		
			



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