Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Girl, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song FWA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
White Girl |
Yeah. |
That’s riigh |
ROSS! |
Ricky Ross |
Yeah |
It’s tha remix baby (Remix!) |
That’s right (Remix!) |
It’s tha remix baby (Remix!) |
Tha remix baby |
It’s ya boy, Lo-So |
Ha-ha! |
(Remix!) |
Young Money yall! |
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!) |
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
Slick Pulla, what’s happ’nin nigga? |
Blood Raw, what they do? |
That’s riigh hommie! |
You already know mann. |
Rrrreeemmiiixxx |
Yuh, Yuh! |
I see you, nigga. |
Haha |
You already know wha this is |
We outta here |
Louis Vuitton doin nuthin' but wrong, tha bricks came from Panama (Owh, Owh, |
Owh!) |
I ship 16 to Arkansas, and send tha rest to Wichitaw (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
Meet us for tha fever then, goin' down in Cleveland (Yuh!) |
Yeah I put my taxs on it, you ain’t wann' it? |
— Leave it then! |
(Haha!) |
Niggas cryin 'bout that drought, 'cause I’m out doin' shows |
87−32, nigga I rocks my own clothes (Woo!) |
I’m ridin' Murcielago (Vroom!), I’m parked at Guillardo |
So I got that off white, Nelly Furtado |
I got that white gurl, that Lindsay Lohan |
And all you gotta do is ask Lindsay Lohan |
And if you like that blow, then gurl I blow mines |
So come and get this blow, and then you blow mines |
And then you blow his, and then you blow his |
I’m phresh out of Christina, but I got that Britney Spears (Ya dig?) |
I got that white lady, so I’m drivin' Miss Daisy |
And two grand flat get cha four and a baby |
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!) |
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
You know I keep that white gurl (Gurl), Lindsay Lohan ('Han) |
17.5 if ya friends of Snowman (Mann) |
Bringin' straight cash, for them Benz’s no plan |
And you know these diamond Cartier lenses four grand |
«Fab, four grand?!" — I ain’t studder man |
'Less you hear me bangin' Street Fa-na-na-na-am |
Get 'em by tha hundred, I ain’t talkin' bundles either (Nah!) |
Love that white gurl, I got Jungle Fever |
(Ch'yah!)… (Ookayye!)… (Let's go!) |
Block-a-namics, me and Fab' gon' school ya (Yah!) |
Order up tha set, we gon' brang it riigh to you (Yah!) |
Money on my mind like a fuckin' brain tumor (Okayye!) |
Play wit tha bad — tha whole Brook comin' to ya (BROOOKLYYYNN!) |
Rookie of tha year, 'cause tha plays I make (Uh-huh) |
Ordered 7 and a half, I tossed em to cool 8 (PHUREAL!) |
And even tho I’m on tha 2, I’m still twurkin' 4's (Shhh) |
Catch me in tha kitchen, with that Marilyn Monroe |
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!) |
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
I came in tha game on some white gurl shit (So whudd!) |
Why df should I change for talkin' white gurl shit? |
(Christina Aguilera!) |
Yeah, I luhh my bitch! |
You should see her in Tha Ward — yeah, she does her shit (Mayn.) |
Say, tha Feds still watchin', well I’ma give em somethin' |
Check billboards, number 1 album in tha country (Haha) |
Tha radio ban, the snow-video play |
That’s what fuck nigga (Oooh!), we still talkin' yay (Aiiyy) |
We keep that white gurl, like to call her Tammy (Yuh!) |
Born in Columbia, she moved to Miami (Aye) |
Hilary Clinton, she my best friend (Yeh!) |
Even co-signed for that new white Benz |
Yeah, I’m stickin' to tha script, strippers take a vouch |
Fuck ya I.Q., 'cause ya brain in ya mouf (Whudd!) |
Shoes on tha Beamer, niggas call it Trina |
I back that azz up, on tha screen I can see ya |
ROSS |
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!) |
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can’t hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!) |
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it |