"White Ashes" lyrics
Curren$y & Harry Fraud Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Da-da-da-la-da, da-da, da-da
Eastside, yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Agents stopped me on the Jetway
Flashing badges before I boarded the plane, asking to search my baggage
Asking me if I'm in a gang, question me quite outlandishly
About my main man, just came from the bang
Tote Rolexes and diamond chains 'cause his partner done his thing
Set that aside like I said I would, my name good
We get high as we fly, the angels spoke to us
Sprinkle that coke on these musical notes
Foreign objects float as the Forgiatos roll
I get high as the goals I set
Championship bring the ladder to the goal, I'm gonna cut down the net
Pinky ring to my neck, Jet Life for the whole stretch
Track number 12, Story to Tell, Biggie - Life After Death
Standard issue sweats, jersey Mitchell & Ness, Clyde Drex'
I could loan some style to your stylist, style less
Zero mileage on those Corvettes we bought last night
Two in the morning, you could hear us tearing them up like they dirt bikes
Yeah, you hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns, uh
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it, uh
Uh, only spend money on Chevrolets and studio equipment
I smoke for free because I got my own strains, nigga
A couple of my homies got their own liquor companies
I want one too, fool, that's rubbing off on me
Crib got chandeliers and palm trees
My life cool as a tie-dye long sleeve
(My life cool as a tie-dye long sleeve)
(You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns)
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
Keep the E in it
Chevys on Switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
(La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da)
Keep the E in it
Chevys on Switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
(La-da-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da)
Keep the E in it
Chevys on Switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
(La-da-da, da-da, la-la, la-da)
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
(La-da-da, la-la
La-da-da, la-da, la-da)
Da-da-da-la-da, da-da, da-da
Eastside, yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Agents stopped me on the Jetway
Flashing badges before I boarded the plane, asking to search my baggage
Asking me if I'm in a gang, question me quite outlandishly
About my main man, just came from the bang
Tote Rolexes and diamond chains 'cause his partner done his thing
Set that aside like I said I would, my name good
We get high as we fly, the angels spoke to us
Sprinkle that coke on these musical notes
Foreign objects float as the Forgiatos roll
I get high as the goals I set
Championship bring the ladder to the goal, I'm gonna cut down the net
Pinky ring to my neck, Jet Life for the whole stretch
Track number 12, Story to Tell, Biggie - Life After Death
Standard issue sweats, jersey Mitchell & Ness, Clyde Drex'
I could loan some style to your stylist, style less
Zero mileage on those Corvettes we bought last night
Two in the morning, you could hear us tearing them up like they dirt bikes
Yeah, you hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns, uh
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it, uh
Uh, only spend money on Chevrolets and studio equipment
I smoke for free because I got my own strains, nigga
A couple of my homies got their own liquor companies
I want one too, fool, that's rubbing off on me
Crib got chandeliers and palm trees
My life cool as a tie-dye long sleeve
(My life cool as a tie-dye long sleeve)
(You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns)
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my joint as it burns
Keep the E in it
Chevys on Switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
(La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da)
Keep the E in it
Chevys on Switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
(La-da-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da)
Keep the E in it
Chevys on Switches, baby, we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
(La-da-da, da-da, la-la, la-da)
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
(La-da-da, la-la
La-da-da, la-da, la-da)
