Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Picket Fence, artist - Chanel West Coast. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Song language: English
White Picket Fence |
| You think that this was fuckin' handed over to me |
| But I sweat my ass for every dime of all this money |
| And you don’t wanna know what I went through for this green |
| 'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work, work |
| For this white picket fence |
| Oh my God, I’m so privileged, yeah, I’m so lucky |
| I’m born into riches, ain’t worked for this money |
| I just got all of this handed to me |
| It’s like all of this happened magic-a-lly |
| Mommy and daddy, big brother and sister |
| Golden retriever, got lobster for dinner |
| Got a maid and butler on call with a button |
| Beach house in the summer, PJ like it’s nothing |
| Nah bitch, you wish, that’s not what my life was, that’s not how it is |
| I roll on the metro, |
| Been trappin' with mom, growin' weed in the crib |
| Always had two jobs, ain’t no fam to chip in |
| We did it on our own, that’s just how we get it |
| My mom always taught me to save and I spend it |
| White trash at its finest, no shame, I admit it |
| My life wasn’t nicest but I stayed persistent |
| You think that this was fuckin' handed over to me |
| But I sweat my ass for every dime of all this money |
| And you don’t wanna know what I went through for this green |
| 'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work, work |
| For this white picket fence |
| Yo, who you talkin' bout, that girl from the show? |
| Way she do music, no way she could flow |
| I heard she Young Money, but then she got dropped |
| Set up to blow, so why she ain’t popped? |
| Bitch thinks she can rap, she ain’t with the culture |
| She tryin' too hard, she dumb, she a vulture |
| Whatever fam, she on 'cause she pretty |
| She paid for them features and gave 'em the kitty |
| That’s me on TV, shout out to Rob |
| He gave me a check when a bitch had no job |
| Yeah, he my fam, I love him for life |
| But hip-hop my blood, been rappin' since five |
| Ain’t gonna listen to haters that’s wishin' for my disposition, fuck all |
| competition |
| Bite them, I’m switchin' my style up, I’m hittin' |
| And fuck it, you missin', 'cause swingin' means livin' |
| You think that this was fuckin' handed over to me |
| But I sweat my ass for every dime of all this money |
| And you don’t wanna know what I went through for this green |
| 'Cause I work, work, work, work, work, work, work |
| For this white picket fence |
| For this white picket fence |
| For this white picket fence |