Kevin Gates - White Tan lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - White Tan lyrics]
Stupid Step-Father
I'm wonderin' is you stupid?
Facial expression vacant
Get puzzled as if a doofus
Bad news truly, nose up her ass often
Socially a misfit
My dick you should get off it
4 63's, clickin' 9s, droppin' dimes off it
Bottom line a revolver
Problem of mine solver dodgin' a crime
While in the blind of a flyin' saucer
Unidentified object
And dead of the night walkin'
Dawg barkin I'm sparkin
Hard to talk from a coffin
When Tharson go to war couldn't call
It off if I called him
Needle into my skin no
Pretendin' be somewhat therapeutic
While in my lair in the
Air performin' aerial movement
Thoughts linger
Distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen
By a pair of shooters stare or prove it
Arousin' theories that I'm hard to kill
Oxygen the toxin' while watchin'
Shawty contortion' it
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been
Comin' at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I'm droppin' soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin'
White tan, oh ohhh ohh white tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh white tan oh oh
Shit, I got to feelin' myself
I forgot where I come in hold on
Hold up let me see
It go bloom bloom blocka
Salute troops proper
Pigs inquisitive ya listenin' better
Not be Sinatra ya better resemble Gotti
Embodyin' Luca Brasi
In the lobby with the try-me
Ya women wish they could try it out
Creep into the Cliqo
Not humble who gon' stick by me now?
While he down, devisin' a plot
Wish they could tie me down?
I be round, Mafia Mechanisms and all sorts
All ports
Circlin' the globe thuggin' the raw sport
Raw Report Magazine reader
Pull up in raw form
All corn, state of athleticism in y'all dorm
What I meant by sippin' drank
The color we all knowin'
With that shit the same color as a airport
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been
Comin' at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I'm droppin' soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin'
White tan, oh ohhh ohh white tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh white tan oh oh
I'm wonderin' is you stupid?
Facial expression vacant
Get puzzled as if a doofus
Bad news truly, nose up her ass often
Socially a misfit
My dick you should get off it
4 63's, clickin' 9s, droppin' dimes off it
Bottom line a revolver
Problem of mine solver dodgin' a crime
While in the blind of a flyin' saucer
Unidentified object
And dead of the night walkin'
Dawg barkin I'm sparkin
Hard to talk from a coffin
When Tharson go to war couldn't call
It off if I called him
Needle into my skin no
Pretendin' be somewhat therapeutic
While in my lair in the
Air performin' aerial movement
Thoughts linger
Distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen
By a pair of shooters stare or prove it
Arousin' theories that I'm hard to kill
Oxygen the toxin' while watchin'
Shawty contortion' it
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been
Comin' at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I'm droppin' soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin'
White tan, oh ohhh ohh white tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh white tan oh oh
Shit, I got to feelin' myself
I forgot where I come in hold on
Hold up let me see
It go bloom bloom blocka
Salute troops proper
Pigs inquisitive ya listenin' better
Not be Sinatra ya better resemble Gotti
Embodyin' Luca Brasi
In the lobby with the try-me
Ya women wish they could try it out
Creep into the Cliqo
Not humble who gon' stick by me now?
While he down, devisin' a plot
Wish they could tie me down?
I be round, Mafia Mechanisms and all sorts
All ports
Circlin' the globe thuggin' the raw sport
Raw Report Magazine reader
Pull up in raw form
All corn, state of athleticism in y'all dorm
What I meant by sippin' drank
The color we all knowin'
With that shit the same color as a airport
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat you with the left hand
A lot of niggas pussy they been
Comin' at me left hand
On the stove over the pot
I'm droppin' soda with the right hand
Butterknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin'
White tan, oh ohhh ohh white tan, oh oh
Yo oh oh white tan oh oh