White House lyrics
Song information
Artist: Rick Ross
Album: Port Of Miami
Lyrics
Gun shots...
Let me think back to 96'
When boobie had the realist nigga feelin like a bitch
They go for twenty hours gettin em for the seventeen
A lil g look at me I was seventeen
Born on the side of town where dem killas riden round
Pull up on the block wit a glock go on tie it down
Pistol in his pants and he stand like fuck you
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do
36 oz's got me ridin lexus
Chevy at the crib get the weed shipped from texas
Dade county d boy deals on the yayo
Triple c the mafia they get em when I say so
Before I wrote a song I could protozone
I had to feed my self cuz bitch I was on my own
Now I push shit bigger than the president
Im at the whitehouse known as my residence
(Chorus)
I'm in the whitehouse(house)x2
I call the shots I can get yo ass wiped out
We in the whitehouse(house)x2
Big phantom on the lawn gettin wiped down
I'm in the whitehouse(house)x2
I got a hundred of dem thangs nigga right now
We in the whitehouse(house)x2
I got them hoes gettin on blow right now
I dont fuck with pussy niggas
Took my shit to jiggaman
I ent to manhattan and came home a young millionaire
Money on my mind im a trill nigga anyway
I'll slap a pussy ass nigga down for anything
Motherfuck the other side pussy niggas bleed pink
Dats my opinion wanna know what the choppa think(huh)
You know I let them thangs boy im a head bussa
Motherfuck the music nigga where ya real muscle
Im in the whitehouse(house)x2
I put a hit on them niggas they gettin wiped out
They gettin wiped out and not one at a time
Car full of dead black males read the headline
(Chorus)
I'm the fruit of the loom I be flyin in years(years)
Give me food and I boom supplyin for years(years)
I'm on top of the world I'm gettin money
Grand in a day easy im gettin money
Pull up real slow I let the haters watch(watch)
Out of state plates they in a state of shock
You niggas go and fish I got a plate to shock
You better play your part we ain't gotta play a part
Got a ak that'll tear ya whole date apart
That stick ah make em sick like a st. bernard
I'm in the whitehouse time to close shop
Inventory wiped out boy that was 30 blocks
(Chorus)
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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