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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Potter Payper
Potter Payper
Vocals
BAELY
BAELY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamel Bousbaa
Jamel Bousbaa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GX
GX
Co-Producer
Joe Stanley
Joe Stanley
Co-Producer
Will Lite
Will Lite
Mixing Engineer
Lewi White
Lewi White
Mixing Engineer
Joe Brice
Joe Brice
Assistant Recording Engineer
Calum Landau
Calum Landau
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

White ash on my hotel floor room Feds still watchin', hopin' they get bored soon I'm bored of the fame, but that's my good fortune I keep losin' all my friends and that subject's sore too Never switch on me, I know I can't force you I can't trust you, how could I endorse you? I just hope you run with everything I taught you I said, "I just hope you run with everything I taught you" I got white ash on these custom seats and I'm custer-free No talkin' in the car, they probably bugged the veecs God hug your kids, how about you hug the streets I don't smoke pagans, I smoke ganja leaf I got guns for beef and leave sons deceased He's always talkin' the most, but he does the least We go kway back, I known him since dungarees Probably hate me 'cause I know you never done the greaze 'Magine if we went school, we could've done degrees 'Stead we was sellin' crack, bitch, run the P's Now I'm a rap star, they think I fund the streets I got white ash on my kitchen counter Smoke in my eye while I sit and count I keep thinkin' 'bout yesterday's encounter I know they're schemin' on me, I'ma lick him down I seen man run for his life and get disemboweled And his friends don't ride, they just miss him now And he raps so they all wanna diss him now Either that or they're all arse-lickin' now I got white ash in the boardroom I'm rappin' with execs, they're actin' all cordial You're an informer, they treat me informal My kids are adorable I'm head of the family, I make it affordable I'm killin' the rap game and holdin' memorials Subscribe to my YouTube, I'm givin' tutorials I rose from the crack smoke, that's different euphorias White ash in his pipe, Frank White, I'm notorious I was kippin' in Gloria's Paid three for the rent, steady livin' inglorious They ain't tryna do it, not unless there's an audience Not a leg to stand on, he's still shootin', he think he's Oscar Pistorius White ash on my booth floor, I don't need a chorus They'll have you stuck in time, man, them jails are Victorian My licence just done and, I'm feelin' victorious I'm curvin' all these bitches, they ain't got no decorum I got white ash on my hotel floor room Feds still watchin', hopin' they get bored soon I'm bored of the fame, but that's my good fortune I keep losin' all my friends and that subject's sore too White ash on my kitchen counter Smoke in my eye while I sit and count I keep thinkin' 'bout yesterday's encounter I know they're schemin' on me, I'ma lick him down I got white ash on my custom seats and I'm custer-free You tryna fuck with P White ash on my custom seats and I'm custer-free
Writer(s): Jamel Bousbaa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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