Lyrics:
every penny
Treat your bougie, shots of henny
Buy you new fits, so sick,
Like it's 2020
Lay low
Shoot you in the perfect angle
Girl the way your skin
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
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue
Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit
feel up on my labels
Baby don't be stable
"Ogyaa ni nyinaa gu me table" (Yor!)
You no go fit play with my love that is how you get unstable (It's lit)
by any means
Cargo pants yea this guap cant fit in skinny jeans
She gimme top eat it up she love Jimmie Dean
She pop a perc yea you know that she love
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
out
Hidden by the barricades of my reflection
I wish I could've done more, in the right direction
Black Jesus did the beat
They love it when you down
and revive
Vibranium black don't crack
And those feeling despised
By they own kind, we kindred in our spirits aligned
Like Jordan they want our mind our price
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now
Some day when the sun sets on me (oh-whoa)
Find a spot by a live oak tree (oh-whoa)
And you know what to do
Put me in my boots
In my black suit
a shoe, how's it fit?
[Chorus: Too $hort (Banner)]
How you gon' ball if you got no hustle
How you gon' pimp if you got no game (YEAH!)
How you win a fight
All thanks to God
My rents paid, I'm in place
With some nice black jab
And a girl with a fine shape
I ride big cos I'm too big for a lil blade
I no
Taken out by Zimmerman’s conditioning
That any black kid in a hoodie is a suspect, a roughneck
Geraldo bought it, his son was upset
Like pops are you done
Dang, Yung Kari, you done slain
The demons in my brain
Tell 'em no, no, you can't hang, you lame
She said Jay, that used to be my name
But I go by Kari
I tried to paint you a picture
The colors were all wrong
Black and white didn't fit you
And all along
You were shaded with patience
Your strokes
I tried to paint you a picture
The colors were all wrong
Black and white didn't fit you
And all along
You were shaded with patience
Your strokes
I tried to paint you a picture
The colors were all wrong
Black and white didn't fit you
And all along
You were shaded with patience
Your strokes
but I don’t care
A lucky black skirt, oh no, it fits
She knows, it’s on my mind
I’m gon’ go dancing tonight
I don’t care if you're by my side
Cause I’m
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees
If I fuck with you I fuck with you ain't no really no debating
I'm riding by your side right or wrong any situation
The details will come later but
Black live matter
If you comprehend that would be better
The earth is crying black
Being stained by black blood
Ayeya ayeya ayeya ma-Afrika
Masibambaneni
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