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Correct All White All Black Lyrics
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[Intro: Philthy Rich] Zaytoven Yeah it's Philthy, nigga Cook with that shit dope Pullin' up on these pussies Everything white Everything black Everything paid for Lah, look [Chorus: Philthy Rich] All my foreigns white, nigga I was cookin' that white, nigga Feds tryna indict niggas Give the whole hood life, nigga Your bitch ain't my type, nigga You made a ho yo' wife, nigga Bust down this ice, nigga Double cup my Sprite, nigga All my foreigns black, nigga Same color of my strap, nigga I was in that trap, nigga Double up, get back, nigga Where I'm from, we smack niggas Cold pimps, drug dealers Watch me make a million While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] I was a underdog on the Murder Dubs Thirty six when I started to rob In the kitchen with the burner off See stacks 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 hit the trap, we out the side door Got a side bitch, damn I'm beller Door to door the bitch with the long fella F&N 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 Went from choppin' O's on a paper plate Now it's twenty thou' sittin' in the safe These diamond chains, they dangle Rosé? No, Cîroc mango Get Jose for the yayo Hunnid bricks in the Dodge Durango Now, I ain't signed with the Birdman But I'm in the kitchen with the birds, man Cookin' dope out a burnt pan All day, 'til I got a hurt hand [Chorus: Philthy Rich] All my foreigns white, nigga I was cookin' that white, nigga Feds tryna indict niggas Give the whole hood life, nigga Your bitch ain't my type, nigga You made a ho yo' wife, nigga Bust down this ice, nigga Double cup my Sprite, nigga All my foreigns black, nigga Same color of my strap, nigga I was in that trap, nigga Double up, get back, nigga Where I'm from, we smack niggas Cold pimps, drug dealers Watch me make a million While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen [Verse 2: Cookie Money] Streets talkin', cookin' filthy, out here folk gettin' naked They gettin' money, they the richest out in 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, put they tax on zip I stack my money on 'em niggas 'til I copped a brick Same niggas fell off, now I serve them shit You ain't stand out, the way you fell in love with a bitch In the streets all day, I fell in love with gettin' rich [Chorus: Philthy Rich] Look All my foreigns white, nigga I was cookin' that white, nigga Feds tryna indict niggas Give the whole hood life, nigga Your bitch ain't my type, nigga You made a ho yo' wife, nigga Bust down this ice, nigga Double cup my Sprite, nigga All my foreigns black, nigga Same color of my strap, nigga I was in that trap, nigga Double up, get back nigga Where I'm from, we smack niggas Cold pimps, drug dealers Watch me make a million While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen
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