Lyrics:
shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
like darts and cut like machetes, and I'm rockin' the shit steady
Like no doubt, the show sold out,
They know how I rolled in when I roll out
Black Eyed
SON OF THE SOUTH
Writer Bill Anderson
I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin' bread and turnip greens
Washin' 'em down with a big
I'm
And my dear old daddy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas (and side meat)
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
the fuck up
I'm taking yo black ass back to the office
Keep talking shit
Aight bet
Fuck Mr. Clynch said by a minority
Cause he don't wanna punish
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
I'm a black eyed pea
Racking the dough, collecting the cheese
Scratch up my neck from the bling
I'm in then I'm out like peace
Cut the hoe off
not be his nitch yaw
So take the chicken exit, Technina's whassup
Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the fuck up
(Oh!)
That's why I'm out here being savage
Black eyed peas with the cabbage
Man I'm on a new me
Can't really focus what you doin'
Cause I'm gonna do me
I am in a meeting"
Bitch, my peas aren't black eyed but listen I gotta feeling
I'm the shit
Fuck you really babbling
Chickies try to pick 50 to ride
this bitch (we still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this)
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About
while swallowing
Surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away
But I'm so comfortable
Too comfortable
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
You're saturating me
How
should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black hair
One
thrung black birds off center, on central, locked
up in the parker center, at the corner of adelanto
and krome, police gone bird hunting in foshalee,
Overdose
Suicide
It's my life
To be gone
It's all right
I'm fine now
When I fade to black
It's all a dream sweet pea
the ceiling
Like the Black Eyed Peas, guess I got a feeling
I gotta get my money right
I'm bout to catch another flight
Chase that bag all day all night
Pull up
huh
I need them rings like Bill Russell
R.I.P., boy you not messing with me
I feel like the Black Eyed Peas, I call up Fergie
I need the National Anthem
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
the Black Eyed Peas
Yet sweet like candied yams
It's reported and recorded on the handy cams
It be like jammy jams
And he's no Grammy Fan
Came in
answers
Wishing they was handed to you by all the masters
Got a black eyed halo, a black eyed halo
Banged and bruised up, nowhere to go
Digging
this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour
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