Текст песни Rick Ross — Blk & Wht

image_pdfimage_print

[Chorus:]
Young nigga black but he sellin' white,
Young nigga black but he sellin' white,
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.

[Verse 1:]
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 foul,
Runnin' out on niggas intent of knockin' ya down.
Bang! Your window shattered like it never mattered.
You movin' weight, yo 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, they still call it fraud,
I'm in and outta traffic, still movin' hard.

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
Take a look at me, I'm trappin',
No excuses, I'm stackin', talkin' hundred on top of hundred,
Them hundred 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 mil, really, you can come and see,
Forbes.com, I'm the Teflon Don.
Too close to a nigga as a mothafuckin' 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.

[Chorus:]
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.

[Verse 3:]
Showin' till the day I die, I'ma look up at the sky,
Young trap star, reap, 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 till I'm winded,
Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe!
If your ass wasn't rappin', what would you be?

[Chorus:]
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.

Оцените текст
( Пока оценок нет )

На данной странице вы найдете слова и текст песни Rick Ross — Blk & Wht. Здесь можно прочитать, а также скачать текст песни и распечатать его.

Поделитесь с друзьями
text-pesen.ru