Dem Franchize Boyz In My White Tee Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I slang in my white tee
I bang in my white tee
All in da club spittin game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fends in my white tee
f___ a throwback
I look clean in my white tee

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[Verse 1]
I step on da scene wit some green
And some hard white work
Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt
We all get money and we all smoke perk
Hit the dirt one squirt and leave all yall merked
Cuz Im fresh in my white tee
They glance at my white tee

And I got that hat that match my pants and my white tee
Whoever that you might see
I know they got a white tee
Home boy, brotha, sista, motha, daddy of ya wifey
Hanes or fruit of loom be the name on white tee
I got a chain main its a stain on my white tee
Lames in the white tee
I bring the pain in my white tee
Hispanic, crackas, n____z even yanes wear white tees
Hit da club deep and we all got white tees
A throwback that hell naw dont excite me
You need no throwback cuz you be set on a white tee
You can get a circle or a v-neck in yo white tee

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[Verse 2]
I hit the mall in my white tee
Oh I think they like me
Or they like them diamonds
Cuz they shine so brightly
Yeah you know I beat em under my tee, its that wifey
Four four tucked tightly
For them n____z that think Im soft
n____ come try me
They goin a find yo body
Wifey in da club while we drinkin on Bacardi
f___ throwbacks white tees in da party
Now dont get me started
Gotta a try recorded
Or should we avoid it
Everyone wear a white tee
Cuz they can afford it
Girls wear white tees
Boys wear white tees
n____ in a trap
n____ bet they wore a white tee
I wear a white tee
You wear a white tee
The next day catch me with a brand new white tee
Oooh that boy there clean
White shoes fresh jeans
But on dat boy shirt wat it say not a thing

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[Verse 3]
I got a couple throwbacks
Its just I choose not to wear em
White tee exrtavaganza n____
Like the footwear sale
n____ think NFL
But my paper stackin a lot
Oh you can throwback this
But partner check my knot
And all my ghetto gangstas
White tee laws goin hate
In the street game a lil fame
Dem hoes goin chase ya
Cant escape bra dis white **** done covered the map
Like crack in da 80's
I took ova the trap
Come to da hood and you will find me
Trappin in my white tee
Standin wit a full grip
n____z might try me
So high I be
Still in my white tee
Rock jeans package green
Yeah hoes like me
Became a rich n____
And the feds try to indite me