17 White Bichez Lyrics

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Uh

Uh, uh, yeah

Mixin' fent with a hookah, now they thinkin' I'm a fiend

Finna pop some pills, I just got the color of em green

I been noddin' for so long, cuz of blues and cuz of pinks

And my brain so fried, and so numb, I can't think

But you can't go wrong with classic perc 10

I invited my girl over and I told her bring a friend

Now her friend tryna fuck, give me a place to tell me when

Even when I feel so down, I just know I'm gonna win

You better aim high, boy, I'm at the top, you can't get me

I'm with 17 white bitches and we drinkin' Pink Whitney

All this alcohol, I'm drinkin' it keep fuckin' up my kidneys

I might roll up 4 deep, in the civic, in the city

17 white bitches and I'm tellin' them they pretty

Hop up in the backseat, I'm playin' with they kitties

I can fuck with a pawg, but I rather she be skinny

You be into weird shit, type shit like P. Diddy

I can get shot eight times, survive, bitch I'm fifty

Ex bitch, I ain't love her, I just showed that hoe some pity

Every hoe that I hit and dip, and I feel shitty

U.S. government won't let me have a rocket I'm like, really?

Got my boys movin' product, movin' pounds up in Philly

We can go band for band, I'll just leave you feelin' silly

It's a cold world, better bundle up, it's gettin' chilly

If I need a big, titty white bitch, I'll call Billie

I get everybody tight, they just tryna run my fade

Hit a money spread just to show them that I'm paid

Ex-bitch, mad as fuck, yeah, she mad I didn't stay

Need a thick bitch, yeah I'm talkin uh, Sommer Ray

If I feel a sassy, I'ma hit her with a K

Told my plug I'm at the drop site, better not be late

Private chef in the kitchen, tryna whip me up a plate

I'ma give my boys a band just to make sure that they straight