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C-White
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
C-White was released on August 31, 2025 by DOLLA SIGN GANG ENT as a part of the album PROJECT 2025
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Release DateAugust 31, 2025
LabelDOLLA SIGN GANG ENT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
$lum $Hun
$lum $Hun
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dexterous Deshun Theus
Dexterous Deshun Theus
Songwriter
Reginald Louis Boyland Jr.
Reginald Louis Boyland Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TrashBagg Beats
TrashBagg Beats
Producer

Lyrics

So this is what I'm saying, ****,not one of my homeboys mama
Y'all will never have to help in Texas, ****
I'm tired of helping, so I can say fuck whoever mama,****
And I'll kill a bitch behind me saying fuck they mama
I done helped them bitches
So somebody else help them hoes
And I ain't fuck nan, bitch, and could've fucked the bitch
So y'all go help the bitch
Since y'all got so much to say
Bitch, give me back the money then, hoe
Funky-ass bitch
**** act like Charleston White, talk that shit, but they can't fight
Using weapons like a dyke, gon get hit with that pipe
Them people is not my type, when shit pop off, they gon' take flight
Really shaky like some dice, I keep them people out my life
**** act like Charleston White, talk that shit, but they can't fight
Using weapons like a dyke,gon get hit with that pipe
Them people is not my type,when shit pop off, they gon' take flight
Really shaky like some dice, I keep them people out my life
Out my life and out my space
Go and do something safe, I look at you with much disgrace
Then get on my paper chase
Anyway, I'm finna say, hoe get the pay like Lisa Rae
Started on the first of June, to the last day of May
Moneyholic,what I call it, keep some flowing, call me faucet
Keep something going call me socket Electrocuting nun but profit
Fa my ****, fa my bitches
Give them bombs, give them inches
You'd think that I be cool, from all the setups, all the snitches
But I ain't, so I can't mess around with you clowns
I'ma close this circus like a bomb, with my hundred round drum
What up Slum, here I come, I bust my lung
Long as the outcome is more income then some
**** acting real dumb, fucking with my wisdom
Navigated the streets, now it's time to run the system
You can't go against them, cause God is all within him
Now these **** sick, and that lip is a symptom
**** act like Charleston White, talk that shit, but they can't fight
Using weapons like a dyke, gon get hit with that pipe
Them people is not my type, when shit pop off, they gon' take flight
Really shaky like some dice, I keep them people out my life
**** act like Charleston White, talk that shit, but they can't fight
Using weapons like a dyke, gon get hit with that pipe
Them people is not my type, when shit pop off, they gon' take flight
Really shaky like some dice, I keep them people out my life
Controversy sales, but you **** lame as hell
Tryna send yo opps to jail, but online you like to yell
On the phone you oh so strong, but not in person, not alone
Mane I wonder if y'all grown, all the childish shit y'all own
Bro my home, is my throne, it's what I own
Where I belong, you **** faker than a clone
Gone get smoked, like a cone Or get choked, by some cone
I put out plenty hits with Nics
And these bitches scandalous
Get you put up in a trick bag
With your bitch ass
Didn't know you could run this fast
100 yard dash, through the grass
I will not crash, on the gas I smash
Through the pass, you would not last
Finish every task, with a blast
On your bitch ass, I don't need a mask
Throw a flash, this gon' end sad
Put this in the past, now I'm glad
You people really mad, always on attack
Memphis Mack, smoking plenty thrax
Filling up the sack, that's a fact
Go head, hand me that
**** act like Charleston White, talk that shit, but they can't fight
Using weapons like a dyke, gon get hit with that pipe
Them people is not my type, when shit pop off, they gon' take flight
Really shaky like some dice, I keep them people out my life
**** act like Charleston White, talk that shit, but they can't fight
Using weapons like a dyke, gon get hit with that pipe
Them people is not my type, when shit pop off, they gon' take flight
Really shaky like some dice, I keep them people out my life
****, I don't give a fuck about shit
****, I keep a motherfuckin' gun
****, I keep a motherfuckin' gun, ****
****, I keep a motherfuckin' gun
Chicago
Say, homie, you got a ****, what you got
Man, you about to sit down
Hold on, man
What you mean, what I'm on
****, don't fuck with me with a gun in my hand, ****
Written by: Dexterous Deshun Theus, Reginald Louis Boyland Jr.
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