Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blk & Wht , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blk & Wht |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Mmm, hmm |
| Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Nigga crib so big, it’s a damn shame |
| Nigga sellin' white for a gold chain |
| I’ve been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch |
| Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork |
| I’ve been tryna hold it down but these niggas livin' so fowl |
| Runnin' out on niggas intent of knockin' ya down |
| BANG! |
| Your window shattered like it never mattered |
| You movin' weight, your pockets gettin' fatter |
| It’s politics when it come to sticks |
| Ski mask and glove, nigga want a brick |
| My money funny, but you gotta love it |
| High heel thuggin' in Magic City, these bitches fuckin' |
| Your homie doin' taxes and they call it fraud |
| I’m in and out of traffic, still movin' hard |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| 20 grand a night if you can get it right |
| Young nigga sittin' in the Benz and it’s white on white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| 20 grand a night if you can get it right |
| Young nigga sittin' in the Benz and it’s white on white |
| Take a look at me, I’m trappin' |
| No excuses, I’m stackin', talkin' hundred on top of hundred |
| Them 100 makin' the magic blow |
| A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways |
| Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave |
| Make my headstone read ''head of MMG'' |
| That’s another hundred mill, really, you can come and see |
| Forbes.com, I’m the Teflon Don |
| Too close to a nigga as a motherfuckin' bomb |
| Trayvon Martin, I’m never missin' my target |
| Bitch niggas hatin', tell me it’s what I’m parkin' |
| Wingstop owner, lemon pepper aroma |
| Young black nigga, barely got a diploma |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| 20 grand a night if you can get it right |
| Sittin' in the Phantom and it’s white on white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| 20 grand a night if you can get it right |
| Young nigga sittin' in the Benz and it’s white on white |
| Showin' 'til the day I die, I’mma look up at the sky |
| Young trapstar, read, «The World is Mine» |
| Proceedin' with my grind like police is on my line |
| Instagrammin' shit for all the teachers I despised |
| Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended |
| Now my white bitches be fuckin' me 'til I’m winded |
| Breathe. |
| Breathe. |
| Young nigga, breathe |
| If your ass wasn’t rappin', what would you be? |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| 20 grand a night if you can get it right |
| Hmmmm mmmm |
| Uuuuuuuuuuuu |
| White white white |
| Hmmmm mmmm |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| Young nigga black but he sellin' white |
| 20 grand a night if you can get it right |
| Young nigga sittin' in the Benz and it’s white on white |