with the white hat Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white
verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk
livin' lookin' grand clippin' mo tan fuckin' with that sand black diamonds stay stuntin' round that corner uptown rep hunter Bitch she bad gucci (?) She love
lights low, and you naked on the warm floor Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing Make love to her while she's crying
it's amazing, though So all that's left Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar I don't quite
be involved But loves like suicide Now that your too involved Infatuated to the high [Tyga - Verse 1] Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the
other So their love could never be Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove With a love big as the sky Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove With a love that
The cream is better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with Like paper
I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city In the heart aint no love or no pity Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the
long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city,
Jew from Nazareth The hunter and the hunted, the colonizing and savages The only challenge is, did they bring enough to dirt to bury us? Be aware, I hunt
, And I'm a little monster, a conquering beast. White rabbit, black sabbath, bad habits. My girl's in love with a thug, and a drug addict. Slow evil,
light Oh, the heart is a lonely hunter When there's no sign of love in sight Oh, the heart is a lonely hunter When there's no sign of love in sight
when it was static you was scared to shoot Police prepared to swoop to catch a nigga on the runway But don't none stay for the white chalk If you error
to hunt Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese Ain't never seen clean niggas like these Still gots the connects, pulls China White from Muggs Rolex
Turned Green, Some Are Black, Some Are White She Has The Face Of A Nobel-price Girl She Has The Brain Of A Miss World Stiched Up With Love By Her Husband
I Said I Love You? Would You Accept Me Loving Others, Too? I Love Dead Girls I Love Dead Girls Now And Then I Love Dead Girls I Love Dead Girls Now
dreams the swift sweet deer the red rare deer. Four red roebuck at a white water the cruel bugle sang before. Horn at hip went my love riding riding