Lyrics:
Was taught my features were ugly
I've learned to embrace
My nappy hair big lips
And wide nose on my face
My Black is Beautiful
My Black is Powerful
My
boy
White people
Clap
Ah clap
Ah clap
It's a mothafuckin' party
Say clap
Say clap
Ya together
Ah
Yeah
a star
You’re a star
You’re a star
Hashtag big chop/ we been nappy/ channels on youtube/ gentrified hairdos/ copper and crystals don’t mean shit/ burning
[Intro]
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Party people in the place to be
Ladies N Gentlemen, he's BDB
A.K.A. you host
pay them
it’s the grime ting
act like drive-by team
you drive i shoot
drop with a parachute
my style is massive assault
it’s messi with a ball and it’s
there, woman
Putting people down is less best to you
It just don't pay, Hey, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I want people today by starting with a smile
Be
from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your
your negro
You love black culture but you hate black people
I put my fist up, nodding all my black heroes
Miles Davis, Michael J, Malcolm X and many more
start with things that you hate
Well, hate's a very strong word
Perhaps when people are late
Or getting pooped on by birds
No, what fills you with
unfold
I'm just a nappy boy tryna live the dream like Hakeem
A king I am, a king I am understand
I'm far from perfect I'm a sinner touched by God's hands
I
Tired ah livestream and party online
Well waa fi go ah Dance fi see Pam wine
I had a nice dream we had a grand time
By a landslide da one yah on time
Big Sky Country.
VERSE 2
Beautiful prairies and rolling hills, ranchers and farmers, they're still here,by the grace of God.
Even the cities have
and a spliff big like Bob Marley - (Ting mad pawdy)
No need no club key we party pon we grung G
Hookup a box fullup a table and it complete
Da zone ya no gun
on the side of me
Don't fuck with the East Bay G!
Poke 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on Nigga!"
Nappy
I know you ain't you raised me this way
I got people all around me saying
I'm deranged
They say I'm cold hearted
Cus I keep feelings detained
Been
divine Decline and Fall
Seems pretty flimsy
No more than a whimsy
By way of contrast
On Saturday last
I went to a marvelous party
We didn't start
a tracker mortgage is
And is hoping it's not too late
My Ireland sees goodness
In the kindness of its people everyday
Which bonds us just enough to get by
My
fine
I've made it this far by myself so that's commendable
I'm farther than where I thought I would kill myself in general
The big 2-0
But God bless I'm
to roll people and steal their phones
He's paranoid, thinks he's being watched by drones
His family all look the same, I swear they're clones
They used
on a short scale
Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails
Sore thumb
Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick
Kayo said "are people you are meeting
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
of moet and chandon and when it's gone
We'll start on the dom perignon
This vibe's makin' me high
Like Toni surrounded by
Other people movin' their body
I've always longed to be
New York City
I've got the big city blues
New York City
I've got the big city blues
I had a dream last night
Travelling by
and chandon,
and when it's gone,
we'll start on the don perignon,
this vibe's making me hot,
like Tony,
surrounded by other people,
movin' their body,
hicky
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