Lyrics White Tan - Kevin Gates

White Tan

Stupid stepfather I’m wondering if he stupid
Facial expression vacant get puzzled as I a doofus
Bad news truly moves up her ass after
Actually a misfit my dick you should get off
463 cooking names dropping dams off it
Bottom line a revolver
Problem my mind solver
Duck in the line while in the blind of a fine salsa
I dignify I did some tan to deny walking
Hard to talk from a coffin
When talks go to offer
Call it off if I call them
Needle into my skin
Don’t pretend it’s somehow therapeutic
While in my layer
That air perform the air movement
Thoughts linger distinctively like a parachuting
Was the police and be quick to see like a parachute
Arousing fear as I’m hard to kill
Accidental taxing my wash and shorty compulsion it
I can laugh you with the right hand
And then bet you with the left hand
A lot of niggers pussy they’d be coming on me laughing
Stole over the venom
Got the solo with the right
But the night is great
The pirate’s cooking white
Tan, white tan
White tan
I got to feeling myself
It go bloom bloom blocker
Salute true popper
If you’re losing it better not be Sinatra
Better resent Bugatti and body in Luca Brassi
In the lobby wish to try me
Your women wish they could try me
Clicking by the click on now
Boo hoo go stick by me now
Probably done devising the plot
Wish they could time it on
I’ll be round mafia mechanism and all sorts
All pose stuck in the globe dunk in the rose sole
Magazine real report in role funk
What I mean?
I sit and drink the color we all gone
With the shit the same color as the…
I can laugh you with the right hand
And then bet you with the left hand
A lot of niggers pussy they’d be coming on me laughing
Stole over the venom
Got the solo with the right
But the night is great
The pirate’s cooking white
Tan, white tan
White tan