Lyrics White Couture - Aja

White Couture

Head is pure, wrist is clear
Fucking up my atmosphere
White couture, took a year
Bitch, you thought I'd disappear
Hold up
I do what I say Imma do
I said I'd be back in a few
None of the rumors are true
I don't have time for the fools
I've been blessed with the holy (Uh)
You thought that you know me (Uh)
Obsessed with the old me (Uh)
I've never been a phony (Uh)
That's why they still phone me (Uh)
You wish you could call me (Uh)
Tell them that person is dead
I never outsold me

complex, prophecies
You profit the robberies
Expect this from the one's who do not do the camaraderie
The tings they would do to be selected in lottery
You gotta be kidding me
It's some Joker shit, comedy
I shall
I salivate
Salvation is aspirated
My value is calibrated
You plastic, you laminated
My flow is contaminated
You think I'm exaggerating
Like, who the fuck hyped you?
Bitch, you should be decaffeinated
Create and assassinate
Touch the beat like I'm masturbating
Press post in the master

And the headline is out of date
I draw like I animate, an Anime is no debate
A cap with no cap
You don't wanna be my enemy

Head is pure, wrist is clear
Fucking up my atmosphere
White couture, took a year
Bitch, you thought I'd disappear
Hold up
I do what I say Imma do
I said I'd be back in a few
None of the rumors are true
I don't have time for the fools
I've been blessed with the holy (Uh)
You thought that you know me (Uh)
Obsessed with the old me (Uh)
I've never been a phony (Uh)
That's why they still phone me (Uh)
You wish you could call me (Uh)
Tell them that person is dead
I never outsold me

I'm spitting that cobra venom
Poison Ivy
So many bars, now they wanna indite me
Talking whether they're icy, break up how they pricy
But they do not kill it
When they hit the m-i-c
Come see with the culture, ad, ad
I am a vulture, black, black
I'm out the box like Jack, Jack
My bitch staying back with a hazmat
I'm rolling with them black cats
I think they they call 'em black panthers
I ain't afraid to scratch back
Cross-fading, that's the anthem
Look at me, I'm abundant
Coming at me is redundant
Nickname should've been Benjamin
'Cause I always keep it a hundred

will saying I failed
I always deliver like mail
I always be sack with them super-greens
Money be looking like kale
But I'm always in the clouds
They say, chasing down my dreams
You been chasing after clout
I'm sweet but I sting (Uh)
Better take five, recognize I'm head high
On my third eye
I roll the dice, I rather die
I'm blessed with the view that's birds eye

Head is pure, wrist is clear
Fucking up my atmosphere
White couture, took a year
Bitch, you thought I'd disappear
Hold up
I do what I say Imma do
I said I'd be back in a few
None of the rumors are true
I don't have time for the fools
I've been blessed with the holy (Uh)
You thought that you know me (Uh)
Obsessed with the old me (Uh)
I've never been a phony (Uh)
That's why they still phone me (Uh)
You wish you could call me (Uh)
Tell them that person is dead
I never outsold me