Lyrics:
the back room ima put it in her crack
I don’t want the B why you keep coughing on my d
Took her head off is you sick
I had to stop her nah I don’t want no
a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by
you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son Ice motherfucking Cube.
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I
to hold hands in Japan
Let's tour France Switzerland and Sudan
Got friends from Pakistan
Love your Hijab she from cfghanistan
Text her the suite but she
up?)
No, she look like a set of keys
May I die from a hand that is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was
transgress this fundamental
Law by bringing your usual
Fears into any encounter
You narrow your options and your
Capacity to shape events your fear can
Even
I let that go so quickly
Still went to the airport just to let her off
And then I put my key right though the letter box
Look, what was in her
Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
clappening
Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
clappening
fellowship
Understand, you winning wasn't the plan
When they loaded up them boats and put them shackles on your hands
Any evidence of growth or signs that
the breeze before I lift
Your feet off the leaves
Now you eager to leave get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my
Meat like a catholic priest
Like
Baby you keep me drifting inside
Pull me in, no escape, so tight
Syncing feeling, still we intertwine
Pull me in, no escape, in sight
Black Girl
new bars
Influenced by many but I'm a whole new star, yeah
There's levels to this but I'm a whole new floor
They talkin' keys to success but I'm
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
off the page of my obituary
If life is black and white like piano keys, i'll add color by playing until my hands bleeds
If life is black and white like
banging back
Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition so
hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up freakin'
a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up freakin'
recline and keep laughing
Oh, no, don't panic
Split your wig, no cabbage
Her brain like Einstein, gave me brain damage
What you need what you want
Need
night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my off whites
I've been drinkin'
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Had my hands together
You had your hands out
I was
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