Lyrics:
a lex, then probably
This one white chick said gettin' real smokey and feelin' free
This black chick said sippin' Hennessy in V.I.P.
Well, well, you can
gettin’ Paid
Mismatch can’t see how i move
Pitch black can’t see what I do
Taking this shit going straight to the Roof
Shawty aint bad till’ she show me
Melissa, I like to be with her
I get all her money and, a-then I diss her
On Tuesday there's Sareesa, she's my homeroom teacher
She said, "After school, I
me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
My black people show me love when I'm up
won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block
up deadly quick
Been betrayed by so many scared deep it's no helping me
Master mind i'm after mines they can't play me
Zulu ball invitation all white
yea
(Love Talks Love Talks)
Aye
Tell it how it is
(Hook)
We both laying down in a bed full of tears/
Hopin that the phone ring, phone by our ear/
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map
Hooo, you've got
give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map
Hooo, you've got
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
evil fucks kill black children, y’all drop the ball on some basic shit like fairness and human rights, got kids locked up in cages you pedophiles you
Bling, weil er anormal drippt wie Black Rain
Pushe das White wie Homer, wenn's schneit
Du siehst Stammkundschaft glücklich weggehen
Und sie sind im
from France
She sucking my dick
And she telling her friends
She running her mouth
She never shut up
She talking that smack
I just tryna to nut
Yeah I
like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
delicate delight
In the red death ball
But they don't see...
If only for a friend,
Maybe one she'd spare
After mommy by her hand,
Even daddy didn't care
Black magic
Black magic
Black magic
Little story about Ronni and Dean
Fell in love when they were just seventeen
Every day after school beneath
Black magic
Black magic
Black magic
Little story about Ronni and Dean
Fell in love when they were just seventeen
Every day after school beneath
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
Wrap my bitch in designer yuh
Gettin this bread like a miner yuh
Throwin the ball like a niner yuh
Got off the phone with my mans Hayden he said
Ayo my
till I die, I be switching them gears Ball on the bitch, dripping like I'm in France
Girl on her face, I'm a notchier girl Don't outlay her, I'm buying
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