Lyrics:
(Go got no time for no interviews)
You know I keep my ear to the streets
So it's up to me to bring you the truth
I saw a movie were George Bush
Had
no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
You know I keep my ear to the streets
so it's up to me to bring you the truth,
I saw
the roadside
I'm thinking you should be by mine
I've been preeing you the whole time
Because I'm thinking you should be by mine
So let me get your 079
If i
Bendin' blacks 'cause I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'
Females love me 'cause I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Stackin' chips, pockets swollen, swollen
Oh, na na na na na na yeah,
This is for you…
It took me time to finally sing this song
cause my ego wouldn’t let me, the songs that I did felt
sting you for the drugs
Sellin a bad batch, out the back alley, that shit ain't my kinda Hus'
I'd rather move matte black, kick a door in for the purse
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting
Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
, slow, slow, slow, slow
Give your boy a little show, show, show, show, show
Girl 'cause you know what I like, don't put up a fight, oh
Just give it to me
shoot
You kill me, man there gon' be more of some riotin' and lootin'
We say black lives matter, you say all lives
But y'all ain't the ones gettin'
the color of power
Embrace black, that's the color that's ours
Hold up homie, what's black?
Black is the absorption of light
Probably why we get hated by
da right thing
Ifeoma
Slow down, slow down
I know you feel me right now
She say I wan cum
I say yes baby cum
My sweet sweet baby girl
The only thing wa
go, slow down
Black child, brown child, my child
Oh, fast we go
Black child, brown child, my child
Oh, fast we go, slow down sing for me, dance
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo
Who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
In
'til he lays me down
Run his foul black body through
Cleave him all asunder
Now think your women, won't you boys
Think your mother growing old
he lays me down
run his foul black body through
cleave him all asunder
Think your women, won't you boys,
think your mother growing old
think
as ever so I'm sippin slow
Wake up in the morning with my coffee by the side
I took a sip then said a prayer, open up the blinds
She keep me up when I'm
And a moment that'll never be forgotten by me
Because you saw the sky turn black
Because you saw the sky turn black
Because you saw the sky turn black
But you
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
For niggas that's scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody
black lie
Little black lie
Little black lie
I can see my mental state go
And know I am just to slow
I will not give up that easily
I will not let it
what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains
Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables
Go ahead and usе it
If you wanna fuck me
Go ahead and do it
Don't go slow! I won't say no!
Don't go slow! I'm enrapturеd!
If you wanna taste me
Go
be right back
I know you're slummin' and you feel me want to be like that
Well you can't see me, that's 'cause everything is black
(Black [x7])
The elders have spoken with spit of seven different tongues
I have been chosen by servants of the ancient crown
They pierce me where it hurts
barely getting by
So we look up to the black-grey sky
Hoping that one day it will transform
Time will hurt and it will sting
The devil will come and clip
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