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All White All Black (feat. Cookie Money)

Yeah it's Philthy nigga

Cook with that shit dope

Pullin' up on this puss

Everything white

Everything black

Everything paid for

Lah, lookAll my foreigns white nigga

I was cookin' that white nigga

Feds tryna indict nigga

Get a hold, hood life nigga

Dopeys ain't my type nigga

You made a hoe yo wife nigga

Bust down this ice nigga

You have a cup of my Sprite nigga

All my foreigns black nigga

Same color of my strap nigga

I was in a trap nigga

Double up, get back nigga

Wound from we smack niggas

Cold pinch drug dealers

Watch me make a million

While they whippin' coke up in the kitchenI was a underdog on the Murder Dubs

Thirty six when I started to rob

In the kitchen with the burner off

We stacked on 'em, that's a murder car

Pullin' up in these white foreigns

Hit those black with the right arms

These chains on, I'd die for

If you have to hit the trap, we have a side door

Got a side bitch, them I'm beller

Door to door the bitch with the long fella

Effin' in with the chrome barrel

If I could meet the plug in 98 Valero

Twenty four, sittin' on the wraith

It gets bad, but now it's in the play

Woofer tap a nose on a paper plate

Now it's twenty thou sittin' in the sack

These diamond chains they dangle

Rosé? No, Cîroc mango

Get Jose for the yayo

Hunnid bricks in the guy's Durango

Now I sign with the birdman

But I'm in the kitchen with the birds man

Cookin' dope outta burnt pan

All day, till I got a hurt hand

All my foreigns white nigga

I was cookin' that white nigga

Feds tryna indict nigga

Get a hold, hood life nigga

Dopeys ain't my type nigga

You made a hoe yo wife nigga

Bust down this ice nigga

You have a cup of my Sprite niggaAll my foreigns black nigga

Same color of my strap nigga

I was in a trap nigga

Double up, get back nigga

Wound from we smack niggas

Cold pinch drug dealers

Watch me make a million

While they whippin' coke up in the kitchenStreets talkin', cookin' filthy, I hear phone, get naked

They gettin' money, they the richest outta Oakland with it

Smokin' dope in the Ghost, yo bitch suckin' dick

Youngest nigga in my city, Patek on my wrist

All black foreigns, forty zoned all my shit

Glock 27, thirty shots and all these clips

I got it all on my own you can't tell me shit

Old niggas hated on me but they tax on zip

I stack my money on 'em niggas till I copped them red

Same niggas fail love, now I serve 'em shit

You ain't stayin' out the way, you fell in love with the bitch

In the streets all day, I fell in love with gettin' richAll my foreigns white nigga

I was cookin' that white nigga

Feds tryna indict nigga

Get a hold, hood life nigga

Dopeys ain't my type nigga

You made a hoe yo wife nigga

Bust down this ice nigga

You have a cup of my Sprite niggaAll my foreigns black nigga

Same color of my strap nigga

I was in a trap nigga

Double up, get back nigga

Wound from we smack niggas

Cold pinch drug dealers

Watch me make a million

While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen

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