Lyrics:
your better half at home, she's too thirsty
Better than the Black Eyed Peas before Fergie
Ready for the open mic, the MC's curtsy
Surrounded by these
your hands and wipe your feet
Play nicely now, don't start a fight
Time for bed now, nighty-night
Come straight home when it's time for tea
Raised by
Standin' by your children when you haven't proven karma wrong
Black is doin' all of the above then goin' corner shop
Tryna help a lady cross the road
book, thatcha live by.
I'm the fisherman's hook, that ya kill by.
I provide your inner peace,
Faith in complication.
I provide the means the tools,
mamas that's black
Sum jus don't have it that's not an attack
But my mom gave me strength
Gave me power
And courage
And passion
To live out my god
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
heathens
Pleading, give the kids
Something to believe in
Let them know a young
Black male can succeed in
Today's society
Live in sobriety
Remember you ain't
as a pea, though my weight fluctuates
Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama
And call her out by her name
I can make her
my black eyed peas
Like where's the love at man
This beat sure ain't wack man
Trent made it with his two hands
So we could eat it all up
Just like we
blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Tell by your dressing that your salad gets tossed up
Like a Hail Mary, word to Tyler Perry
I need 4 colored girls in my bed daily
Megan Goode, Halle
a pen, ill be home around 10
And if you just let me in, I'll be your new best friend
And just when I'm about to leave, yo she pulled me by my sleeve
let me drive the boat like we goin' to Bahamas
I fuck on your mama since you wantin' problems
Subtracting you niggas while I'm stockin' up commas
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
shit, you wouldn't believe
Bitch, you wanna, you wanna leave
Get into this bag every week
I just talked to Wa
I just talked to the Black Eyed Peas
Ayy,
with
Fish fries, mustard, black-eyed peas, and cornbread
Suburban country nigga that looks like he's corn fed
I was conceived up north, but I was so
mama hate the way I live
But everyday we thankful for this shit
Say mama we gotta be thankful for this shit
Know I'm the reason for all the pain I
on a 12-inch
Aiming straight at your pelvis
Elvis would come back as a
Black if he was hot you’re just a mascot on
A Kim Kardashian ass-shot
Full-blooded
Ain't the Black Eyed Peas
This shit ain't happy
I'm trashy, boastful bitch MC
My rhymes are painful and fresh
My pussy's tastin' the best
I'm face
I've seen hard time before
But never like this
How we gone live
How we gone get
By without your love
I don't wanna live
I don't wanna live
I don't
We Honor your life since they won't How could All Lives Matter if Our Lives Don't
I am screaming Black Lives Matter from the Boardroom to the Block No
left me now
'Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Oh
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with
left me now
'Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Oh
It started off, we were two peas in the pod
Motivated by love with
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