Lyrics:
by the hunnids and your girlfriend love it (Ha!)
You know what she might see, let her go low, now she got high hopes
Don't call her back now she
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
think I made the Evil Eye cry
When I drive by the pearly gates
The angels get high
I'm like the first day of summer
The fourth leaf in your clover
Skin color murdered by a black man who been brother
Or a cop who been Sucka through it all it be another
Black, man getting to the money
Black man, black
peas
I got a feeling like black eyed peas
Oh my god
You split the sea so I could walk right through it
My fears were drowned in perfect love
(It's your
come with me if you want to live
Make your own path and take a trip
Take a tab or take a lyft
To a plane where no planes exist
Unpack the bag that sits
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
or that? This or that?
This or that? This or that?
This or that? This or that?
Yo (come on)
Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? (Uh, come
or that? This or that?
This or that? This or that?
This or that? This or that?
Yo (come on)
Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? (Uh, come
there's a few things I'd still like to try
I've never had a nice warm fruity pie
I've never tasted macaroni and cheeses
People food like those black-eyed
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
shitted
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up, now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
Somebody
i lift off
Cant run down cuz you lor niggas Too soft
Seen that diss he made tell him Goodbye bye, he ain’t even gon live I Got mob ties
He was running
nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting
Come back here you black-eyed spider
Won't you have a seat?
I've always admired your way with people
Would you like someone to eat?
Tell me
A freckled, spotty, specky, four eyed, weedy, little creep
No more tremblin' and quakin' in the gym
No more come on fellas, let's get him
What you gonna
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to God I don't need no
from the Black Eyed Peas
Number one Billboard entry
Don’t get me started this
Ain’t no petty party
I’m hardly new to the game
I served my time in
witcha
I'm from the home of the neckbones
Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee-pee
silence me
Eating black eyed peas feeling like I gotta be
Better than all these wannabes
Worked for eight hours, burn a marijuana leaf
I was feeling like
and Aunt Cammy
A black man that was raised by black women
On tour, sippin your special honey and lemon
You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt
Black eyed peas and get to snapping
Bend my knee, don't make it tragic
Some thinking that it's kingdom, but the practicing magic
Sprinkling Jesus dus,t
no mess
Now shit got hectic, cause mama was tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself,
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