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In My White Tee

 

In My White Tee


If she ain't got no ass but the face pretty, I'll make an exception (Yes)
I could be your Usher, Chilli, catch me then I'm stressing (Yeah)
I tax for the show, silly, you get no exemptions (None)
My taxes is six figures, Uncle Sam is tripping
See, back when I was getting (Yeah), I knew was different (Right)
I knew that I was a Pimp C (Okay) before I heard "Big Pimpin'" (Uh-huh)
Like all the free shit they tried to send me, bitch, I'm gifted
I'm claiming their spot as I come for the top, if I look at 'em, I get to grinning (Haha)
I boom, nigga, I got goons, nigga, in the room, nigga
I'm the only civilized one if I leave you doomed, nigga
Who, nigga, say they write, nigga? That ain't true, nigga
Come between my cash and your ass, it's my shoe, nigga

Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me
Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me

Approach with caution, no Robitussin, I'm sick, I'm coughing
If the four-four sparking, I spit you, coffin, please close your coffin
Leave you dead, you're tossed in Dawsons Creek, so unique my bars is
Riding past the martian, that room I'm barging, don't care if you changing or you naked
Rush and cut off your faucet and the stop the flossing
I sell tics, no Boston, now, what you drawin'? Limestone?
I pull up on your jawn, draw it, you on the floor with your eyes closed
And look at me, I'm chalking 'round you, I made it so for cops
When they found you six days after leaving, that's actually decent
I'm bound to take you niggas down to the morgue, take a look
And them pronounce you D-E-A-D, the DA looking at me
I'm looking back like, bitch, I'm innocent, smiling like, "Can't you see?"

Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me
Yeah, up in my white tee
Niggas out here tryna put the red on my white tee
I say, "Be my guest," but success is unlikely
I just took a guess, and I guess they don't like me
I stress they won't try me

done

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