White Tan - Kevin Gates

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