You got a skinny white boy from 3009
He got a hunnid nice bitches and they ain't even white
He got a hunnid dyke bitches and they all down to fight
He a real Range Road man, he need him a knife
He got kick back, get back, hit 'em with a bitch slap
I lived that, did that, and all your little knick knacks
Ya bitch ass, chit chat, 'bout to get your shit smacked
Spit that shit back, it's virtue with a hip check
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir
I got a funky way of f*ckin' 'round try me, y'all could get it
And there ain't no way I'm comin' round less it's for the chicken
Say now, I'ma have to double down, I gave the boy a licken
Said I'll say it once again, give a f*ck, that's how we livin
You got a skinny white boy from 3009
He got a hunnid nice bitches and they ain't even white
He got a hunnid dyke bitches and they all down to fight
He a real Range Road man, he need him a knife
He got kick back, get back, hit 'em with a bitch slap
I lived that, did that, and all your little knick knacks
Ya bitch ass, chit chat, 'bout to get your shit smacked
Spit that shit back, it's virtue with a hip check
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir
Six second dash, when we runnin' I don't pull out
Got a bitch shakin' ass, when we gunnin, we go full out
Gettin rich making cash, lil' buddy, we don't cool out
Put a fist through the glass what you whippin, we gon' move out
Yeah, yeah, we gon' move out
Yeah, yeah, oh we gon' move out
Virtue - 3009 Lyrics
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You got a skinny white boy from 3009
He got a hunnid nice bitches and they ain't even white
He got a hunnid dyke bitches and they all down to fight
He a real Range Road man, he need him a knife
He got kick back, get back, hit 'em with a bitch slap
I lived that, did that, and all your little knick knacks
Ya bitch ass, chit chat, 'bout to get your shit smacked
Spit that shit back, it's virtue with a hip check
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir
I got a funky way of f*ckin' 'round try me, y'all could get it
And there ain't no way I'm comin' round less it's for the chicken
Say now, I'ma have to double down, I gave the boy a licken
Said I'll say it once again, give a f*ck, that's how we livin
You got a skinny white boy from 3009
He got a hunnid nice bitches and they ain't even white
He got a hunnid dyke bitches and they all down to fight
He a real Range Road man, he need him a knife
He got kick back, get back, hit 'em with a bitch slap
I lived that, did that, and all your little knick knacks
Ya bitch ass, chit chat, 'bout to get your shit smacked
Spit that shit back, it's virtue with a hip check
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir
Six second dash, when we runnin' I don't pull out
Got a bitch shakin' ass, when we gunnin, we go full out
Gettin rich making cash, lil' buddy, we don't cool out
Put a fist through the glass what you whippin, we gon' move out
Yeah, yeah, we gon' move out
Yeah, yeah, oh we gon' move out
He got a hunnid nice bitches and they ain't even white
He got a hunnid dyke bitches and they all down to fight
He a real Range Road man, he need him a knife
He got kick back, get back, hit 'em with a bitch slap
I lived that, did that, and all your little knick knacks
Ya bitch ass, chit chat, 'bout to get your shit smacked
Spit that shit back, it's virtue with a hip check
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir
I got a funky way of f*ckin' 'round try me, y'all could get it
And there ain't no way I'm comin' round less it's for the chicken
Say now, I'ma have to double down, I gave the boy a licken
Said I'll say it once again, give a f*ck, that's how we livin
You got a skinny white boy from 3009
He got a hunnid nice bitches and they ain't even white
He got a hunnid dyke bitches and they all down to fight
He a real Range Road man, he need him a knife
He got kick back, get back, hit 'em with a bitch slap
I lived that, did that, and all your little knick knacks
Ya bitch ass, chit chat, 'bout to get your shit smacked
Spit that shit back, it's virtue with a hip check
Yessir, yessir, yessir, yessir
Six second dash, when we runnin' I don't pull out
Got a bitch shakin' ass, when we gunnin, we go full out
Gettin rich making cash, lil' buddy, we don't cool out
Put a fist through the glass what you whippin, we gon' move out
Yeah, yeah, we gon' move out
Yeah, yeah, oh we gon' move out
Writer: Andrew Heinrich
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