Lyrics:
Hop in the whip
Jogging suit
Side boob by my clip
Got a mask on
But if he sneeze
Imma dip
Jimmy neutron
Ice cream
By the 10's
Don't lead him on
I'ma
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
lady lips singin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man
what I see
You stay lookin' so seductive for me
On you right now I like what I see
Come put your body and lips all on me
Little red
what I see
You stay Lookin' so seductive for me
On you right now I like what I see
Come put your body & lips all on me
Little Red
in your lips and hell in your eyes
I thought i could resist but you grabbed my hips and my thighs
I found
Messy black hair and deep blue eyes
Be my
hit this radio
But I don't hear so shit so don't fix lips when you tell me it's fire baby
Lately I been Mia
Sand on my feet on Mia
Yeah yeah
That was
featuring Mia X Skandolous Steph
Verse 1 (Skandalous)
Motherfuckers they want to test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck
Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
Black was the hole were I laid
Stalking the city to seek out your blood
I love when it showers from my
This is just, a war you cannot win
My ears are bleeding, ruptured by the words from your lips
Pathetic, worthless, you've been caught red handed
Get no
white hand
Twice he kissed her cheek
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
Then he fell into her arms asleep
Well the night passed away and the day
Shadows dance across her eyelids
Neon light runs through her hair
She has darkened lips that know reasons
Why I shouldn't try
I just can't imagine
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East Side
Nooo
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace
conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
your lips
I love your curves I love your hips
Ill dry your tears fight your fears
Be by your side I'll give my life
I'll hold your hand and be your man
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
Girl the shadows get cold underneath
Ask yourself who you posting to be
Tryna find myself interrupted by 12 at the door they both here for me
Two
wack
Stick with the sick style for the serious
Hip-Hop lovers can't get enough of this
Black tracks on wax are so smooth
You can't get help but
ryan
Clean sopra qui metti il by-pass
Cento sul beat siamo try-harder
Try harder black panther
Fotografa sto cazzo come peter parker
Night rider tu flip
to the waterfall
I got swallowed by the undertow
I twist, I turn, but I know there's only one way out of this
So honey if you're listening
Press your lip
opportunity knocking
Gotta new chance to make a fresh start
Devil in the red dress
Red heels
Red hat
Red lips
But she got the black heart
New
the way that you kissed
Moscow Kiss, it was a Moscow Kiss
Lips black as coal, with a rum and coke twist
Moscow Kiss, it was a Moscow Kiss
Must have been
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