Tone Ro$e - White Sand (feat. Wagonkid)

Couple bands in my right hand
On the beach, between my toes I got white sand
All of these niggas stealing flows that ain't right man
We go to war, blow for blow like it's Iran
I'm so sick and tired of all the fightin
Feel like I'm meditatin', feel like I'm enlightened
Pulled up on yo bro and got that nigga frightened
Bust it open, movin' like the tight end
I'm ballin' out of control, I feel like flying
She wanna go shopping for clothes, only high end
He got a problem but he ain't gonna fight yeah
I never care that's how I live my life yeah
Money and cars and women
Tell him to mind his business
Top of the game, we winnin'
I feel like Laflame in it
These niggas they hate, admit it
So I can not fuck with these niggas
The rims are chrome, spinnin'
So I'm getting paid bitches
Yeah i'm getting paid no money delayed
I just been straight Killing
You know that I hate ceilings
I really don't care how you feeling
I poured an eight in my lemonade
So you know I can't even feel it
The possibilities are endless
When you living like me, a villain
Couple bands in my right hand
On the beach, between my toes I got white sand
All of these niggas stealing flows that ain't right man
We go to war, blow for blow like it's Iran
I'm so sick and tired of all the fightin
Feel like I'm meditatin', feel like I'm enlightened
Pulled up on yo bro and got that nigga frightened
Bust it open, movin' like the tight end
I'ma ride off in the Benz
Standing with rings on my hands
All of my money just come and go
I'm living it up to the edge
I'm on go
Got not problems
I want bitches I'll call em
Wrist and neck on froze
Nigga paid, of course I got him
Fuckin your bitch on the white sand
She say I'm the right man
Bands stay on my night stand
Smack him with my back hand
Running around with tinted window
These niggas lame, still cannot go
Keeping it tight cause they jacking the style
I buy the McQueen's but they wont know
I got Racks
That's a fact
Why these niggas cap
I got Racks
That's a fact
Why these niggas cap
Couple bands in my right hand
On the beach, between my toes I got white sand
All of these niggas stealing flows that ain't right man
We go to war, blow for blow like it's Iran
I'm so sick and tired of all the fightin
Feel like I'm meditatin', feel like I'm enlightened
Pulled up on yo bro and got that nigga frightened
Bust it open, movin' like the tight end

Written by:
Antonio Edwards

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