No, not even 30
And already wanna buy my tombstone
Plenty of body parts to choose from
Bad bitch wants the bone
Drafted; top of the league
Wasted; girls, drinks, and weed
One-on-one, then you must be dumb
Baffled if you f*ck with me
This is Whyte Mountain
Fingers twisted West
Portlandian with the candy cane
On the track, I molest
Overzealous
But girls be jealous if they ain't feeding by the breast
Simply can't resist these lyrics, bitch
F*ck, are you deaf?
This shit right here
This shit right here, nigga
Make ya wanna drop the call and dunk a toaster in a jacuzzi, full of hard liquor
Y'all chum buckets on a bucket list
Handy J so intense, she slit her own wrist
F*ck like it's my last day
F*ck like it's my last day
She on her knees, she begging please
F*ck like is she goin' pray?
But damn, is she flexible
Nickname being Pretzel Girl
Asian or Hispanic, I'm f*cking international (go!)
Double entendre
No melodrama
Spit like a llama
Only build honor
Castles I conquer
Remove the tiara
And bite her taco with my anaconda
Top-roster monster off that Grey Goose vodka
Ain't seen your daddy so to these f*ckers, we poppa
F*cking with Karma
Flirting with Danger
Hand of God, hand of a stranger
Don't have to be blind to believe in superstitions
Room still available if you ask the mortician
(Lah!)
Whyte Mtn. - Last Day Lyrics
Whyte Mtn. - Last Day Lyrics
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No, not even 30
And already wanna buy my tombstone
Plenty of body parts to choose from
Bad bitch wants the bone
Drafted; top of the league
Wasted; girls, drinks, and weed
One-on-one, then you must be dumb
Baffled if you f*ck with me
This is Whyte Mountain
Fingers twisted West
Portlandian with the candy cane
On the track, I molest
Overzealous
But girls be jealous if they ain't feeding by the breast
Simply can't resist these lyrics, bitch
F*ck, are you deaf?
This shit right here
This shit right here, nigga
Make ya wanna drop the call and dunk a toaster in a jacuzzi, full of hard liquor
Y'all chum buckets on a bucket list
Handy J so intense, she slit her own wrist
F*ck like it's my last day
F*ck like it's my last day
She on her knees, she begging please
F*ck like is she goin' pray?
But damn, is she flexible
Nickname being Pretzel Girl
Asian or Hispanic, I'm f*cking international (go!)
Double entendre
No melodrama
Spit like a llama
Only build honor
Castles I conquer
Remove the tiara
And bite her taco with my anaconda
Top-roster monster off that Grey Goose vodka
Ain't seen your daddy so to these f*ckers, we poppa
F*cking with Karma
Flirting with Danger
Hand of God, hand of a stranger
Don't have to be blind to believe in superstitions
Room still available if you ask the mortician
(Lah!)
And already wanna buy my tombstone
Plenty of body parts to choose from
Bad bitch wants the bone
Drafted; top of the league
Wasted; girls, drinks, and weed
One-on-one, then you must be dumb
Baffled if you f*ck with me
This is Whyte Mountain
Fingers twisted West
Portlandian with the candy cane
On the track, I molest
Overzealous
But girls be jealous if they ain't feeding by the breast
Simply can't resist these lyrics, bitch
F*ck, are you deaf?
This shit right here
This shit right here, nigga
Make ya wanna drop the call and dunk a toaster in a jacuzzi, full of hard liquor
Y'all chum buckets on a bucket list
Handy J so intense, she slit her own wrist
F*ck like it's my last day
F*ck like it's my last day
She on her knees, she begging please
F*ck like is she goin' pray?
But damn, is she flexible
Nickname being Pretzel Girl
Asian or Hispanic, I'm f*cking international (go!)
Double entendre
No melodrama
Spit like a llama
Only build honor
Castles I conquer
Remove the tiara
And bite her taco with my anaconda
Top-roster monster off that Grey Goose vodka
Ain't seen your daddy so to these f*ckers, we poppa
F*cking with Karma
Flirting with Danger
Hand of God, hand of a stranger
Don't have to be blind to believe in superstitions
Room still available if you ask the mortician
(Lah!)
Writer: Whyte Mtn.
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