Lyrics:
her net worth by million
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
I pull up in a new black benz
Black rims with a bad bitch
Don't let me fall into this black room
I tried to run
My legs give out
I'm screamin' Save me from this black room!
Verse 2: (Richenrare)
I'm trapped
A work in progress multiplied by two
Yeah i'm never ever slowing down nigga
I paid the cost to be a boss i'm a don nigga
Most of ya hating they wonder how
a moment so I can get loud telling the world I’m black and proud..
Verse 2
I’m loving feeling, loving the pride, loving the healing, loving tah rise our
bastard!
punisher!
dressed black dripping rony.
fuck! run.
have two glock forged in hell!
machete by hades.
walking a fine line, between life
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
luck keeps findin' me
(It gonna fly by)
Step forward, two steps back but luck keeps findin' me
(It's gonna fly by)
Don't wanna hold it 'cause I know
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
and I'm gonna cum
a VCR ???? some porno flicks
rudolph the red nose reindeer
??? like a everlastin' gobstoper
??? poppa
I dig a ho
crack a dough
by the nuts
cock will be
A party poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you
the truth, shit ain't right
Africa y'all tripping
Whites rich off yo land
They Give you guns & count the money
Black blood dripping by yo hand
Band together,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum, I came with my bonsam when niggas wanna try
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
you to stop calling me a Black man
Screams how close by a doorbell ring
The oddest thing happened then
I was closed in a coffin
Mamas of talking
Raspy
I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I
lean)
Hey, ayy, get it right two-step, and let your (shoulder lean)
Ayy, hey, let your (shoulder lean), ayy, just let your (shoulder lean)
Hey, let me
lean)
Hey, ayy, get it right two-step, and let your (shoulder lean)
Ayy, hey, let your (shoulder lean), ayy, just let your (shoulder lean)
Hey, let me
back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in
the feeling that
A woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails
The real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black
Half demonic
Nah, I'm half black
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With they hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is, "Kcuf meht nmad saggin"
That's
hip-hop,
I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
And Hi-Tek make the beat drop
RE Definition, turning
[Hook: x 2]
It wasn't for this, it wasn't for that
Ohh, best believe a better world
[Talib Kweli--talking over chorus]
Yes, ladies
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