Yeah, I'm a white boy, but I'm not Chet
That boy want the smoke, I got shooters on text
I could tell she a freak by the way that she text
I could tell he a fruit, he walk with some zest
Bae, I don't want you, I want yo' neck
When I shoot I hit all net Finna get rich and go buy me a duplex
I'm right here but they still askin', "Who next?"
Yeah, I'm white but I'm not Michael Bublé
Sippin' on grape juice, I don't drink Bubly
I heard you been looking for me, little bitch
But you know you can't be my bae
I could tell she was freaky whеn she was texting my phone for somе sex
And I didn't even know her name
I only rock Magico or sometimes I rock Bain
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