Rucka Rucka Ali - Wigger

Ayo Rucka (oh yeah, oh yeah) i gotta ask you
You know how you dress black and you
Talk black and you act black
But your genetics is white
So how do you get to be
So black with them genes?

Just a little wigger bling

I'm a fake, I'm a fake African
Acting like a thug in my baggy pants
Hanging round with my one black friend
Smokin a j and I'm on food stamps
Got me a Air Jordan pair and the shorts
With the Adidas chilling on the porch
I don't care if the cops see us
Sippin on a 40 oz beer
When will mom feed us?

Just a little wigger bling

I'm a black, I'm a black in my head
My mother's mother's mother's Nigerian
I wanna go to jail I commit a crime
The cops say "Naw it's ok you're white"
Man Godammit lemme go to jail I'm a gangsta
Why can't I get arrested It's not fair
Man I can't stand it
If I want a cell then I
Guess I better start tanning

Just a little wigger bling

I could fake it dog

Thanks mom and dad you made white and pasty
Shoulda been black I was born
The wrong race B i'm a transracial American
Proud of my heritage from Martin
Luther King to the Jeffersons
I listened to rap and I been black ever since
I hate the white man but
I'm kinda cool with Mexicans
I'm headin' into surgery to get
Me some black skin
We call that a reverse Michael Jackson

Look it's working I'm turning brown
My skin is darker I want chicken now
Just one thing still need a fix
Why's my penis still half an inch?

Just a little wigger bling

I'm really black

Damn dog you got some white
Skin on yo black ass

Written by:
Ashley Weaver, David Copson, Thomas Egerton

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