| Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
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| Got black wood in my white Range
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| I’m taking off when that light change
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| Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
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| That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine
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| That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime
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| I’m taxing niggas, I’m decking niggas
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| I’m whacking niggas, be on max
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| I’m on it, I’m on it, yeah, yeah bitch, I’m on it
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| Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California
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| Never changed my price on the white bitch
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| They liked 'em, but couldn’t afford 'em
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| Mixed my wrist like Prince
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| And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
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| And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed
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| Used to lace my blunts with that powder shit
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| But that was way back, I can’t change that
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| Now I reminisce on them hot days
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| Reminisce on them cold nights
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| I was blessed to make it through my adolescence
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| Still fucking up in my dope life
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| But I still wouldn’t change a thing
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| Cold blood running through my veins
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| That black wood in my white Range
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| To my white bitch to that right mayne
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| And I’m still gon' slang them thangs
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| East Side running through my veins
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| I shower bitches in champagne
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| Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane
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| Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
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| Got black wood in my white Range
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| I’m taking off when that light change
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| Incense burning, still fucking my old bitch
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| Got problems off in my household, old girl be bringing up old shit
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| Get mad fighting, we go sit like who’s this ho you so close with?
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| Why the bitches calling your number if they just groupie bitches you smoke with
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| See Fred you a motherfucking dog
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| You the type of nigga got to have it all
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| You remind me of my pops
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| Want to cut a nigga off, but she can’t stop
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| Want to cuss a nigga out till she can’t breathe
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| Telling me that she gon' go, but she can’t leave
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| Man Fred you could please when you get back home
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| She gone with the dog and the car keys
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| Got damn, now I’m realizing that I love her
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| Fucked up when I put this other life above her
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| Jerking off on a stripper, I bet I bust it on her
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| Y’all said I’m too cool, but I’m broken up undercover
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| Hide my feelings through my drug habits
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| And I based my raps off my interactions with drug addicts
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| And drug dealers, them killers creeping coming for that paper
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| One of my own homies just might leave a nigga stanking
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| In a dope house where you coke out Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
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| Got black wood in my white Range
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| I’m taking off when that light change |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Range , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Pronto - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп