RICK ROSS - White House lyrics

"White House"

"Feat. Rodney"

(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 kill 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

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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

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I'm the fruit of the loom I be flyin in lears(lears)

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

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