Testo WBS - Diversify
Testo della canzone WBS (Diversify), tratta dall'album WBS - Single
Yeah
Annyeong, motherfucker
SPF 50 on my motherfuckin' nose
White boy summer
Bro, turn that shit up
Pulled up lookin' like I sell insurance
Cargo shorts got unlimited storage (who)
Fuck your dress code, Crocs at the function
Whole fit beige but I'm causing destruction
Nigga said, "Dance," I hit the Fortnite (ah-ah-ah)
Two White Claws, now I think I'm Suge Knight
Chain from Amazon, shit still bussin'
Asked for her number, she gave me her cousin (hey)
Tesla on one percent, still took the trip (hey)
Got sunscreen stains all over my fit (hey)
She said, "You toxic," I said, "that's fair" (hey)
Then I hit the griddy in a folding chair (hey)
Ooh-ooh, summertime
Bad decisions under neon lights
Mom said, "Son, please come home tonight"
I said, "Fuck that—"
White boy summer
Everybody run for cover (cover)
Bootyhole season, tell your auntie I love her (love her)
White boy summer
Yeah, the fit get dumber (locks)
Socks with the sandals but the bass hit thunder
White boy summer, yeah
Niggas look confused
I got barbecue sauce on my brand-new shoes, yeah
White boy summer
What the fuck we gon' do?
Probably something stupid that'll end up on the news
Walk in the club with a Costco card
VIP section? Bro, that shit too hard (yo)
I'm by the bathroom eating mozzarella sticks
Somebody left a dildo by the sink, what is this? (Oh)
Ass too fat, almost broke my concentration
Pussy got me filing a change-of-address application
Booty so crazy need OSHA regulations
Anus got mentioned, end the conversation
I got zero rhythm but enormous ambition (hey)
Hit one dance move, caused a venue evacuation (hey)
Bartender said, "Sir, you've had enough" (hey)
I said, "That's impossible, I just showed up" (hey)
White! (Hey)
Boy! (Hey)
Summer! (Hey)
Cargo shorts! (Hey)
New Balance! (Hey)
Bad decisions! (Hey)
Zero talent! (Hey, ooh)
White boy summer
Everybody run for cover
Industrial 808 make the whole floor stutter (stutter)
White boy summer
Fuck around all summer
If my dad calls twice, tell that nigga wrong number
White boy summer
Hands up, go insane (insane)
SPF 100 but I'm still lobster-red (what)
White boy summer
This shit make no sense (no sense)
But the hook so hard we gon' play it again
Annyeong
Respectfull
What the fuck was that
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Writer(s): Jonathan Smith
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