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Kevin Gates

White Tan

 

White Tan

(album: Stranger Than Fiction - 2013)


[Verse 1:]
Stupid Step-Father, I'm wondering 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, clicking 9s, dropping dimes off it
Bottom line a revolver, problem of mine solver
Dodging a crime, while in the blind of a flying saucer
Unidentified object, and dead of the night walking
Y'all parking I'm sparking, hard to talk from a coffing
When Tharson go to war couldn't call it off if I called him
Needle into my skin no pretending be somewhat therapeutic
While in my lair in the air performing aerial movement
Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters
Stare or prove it, arousing theories that I'm hard to kill
Oxygen the toxing while watching shawty contortion' it

[Hook:]
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been coming at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I'm dropping soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cooking
White tan, oh ohhh ohh
White tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh
White tan oh oh

[Interlude:]
Shit, I got to feeling myself
I forgot where I come in
Hold on
Hold up
Let me see

[Verse 2:]
It go bloom bloom blocka, salute troops proper
Please inquisitive ya listening better not be Sinatra
Ya better resemble Gotti
Embodying 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, devising a plot, wish they could tie me down?
I be round, Mafia Mechanisms and all sorts
All ports, circling the globe thugging 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 sipping drank the color we all knowing
With that shit the same color as a airport

[Hook:]
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been coming at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I'm dropping soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cooking
White tan, oh ohhh ohh
White tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh
White tan oh oh

done

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