Lyrics:
breast got me fucking up her makeup
Half the shit these niggas say boy I promise that it's made up
I'm with two times break a thirty down in a two lines
white real bright
Don't call if it ain't right
Cuz we be doing shit right
My buffys real bright
300 On the dash when I dip the scene
Too much in the whip
when I was single
Brought them all together for one night
I know they'd never match my sweet imagination
Everything looks better in black and white
Rosetta
So the bright lights fade away
She saw out the last of her days
In the suburbs of Philly
Down by the river
She still heard music in the air
Up
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
Hotel
I by chance met a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink
He began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
‘cause you seen that my future was bright
Now you feel no remorse, privileged ‘cause your skin is white
Damn
Stop killing us
Stop killing us
No, no, no
the drought,
Beef we get the pepper out,
I need horses in the ride like we owned a stable,
Got my bruddas by my side eating round the table,
Out the dark into
I mean
When I speak
And then I cut deep
Deep in my mind
Got my eyes closed
White girl snortin
It ain't even mine tho
Ugh, ugh she don't mind tho
Yeah,
Roger Goodell concrete it's a draft day (woo)
I make money I'm making it my way (yeah)
Shades on my face can't see it's a bright day
Smoke in
the devil write
[Verse 1]
""His negative awkward tendencies seem to breathe
Under the pressure-esc anxiety he seems to see""
""Boy what's in them Jeans""
can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
white boys he wouldn't give no fight in the land of the shadows, dark and light Chorus across the threshold, their plan in gear they smelled like
niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young real nigga
the golden souled celebrity scripture,
I figure while I'm up I might as well adjust the picture
I'm a fly boy, cake white teeth like a steak knife
Looking
still
Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys that's the mark for me
But by then the taillights was
I Took My Baby on A Saturday Bang
Boy Is That Girl With You
Yes We're One And The Same
Now I Believe In Miracles and A Miracle
Has Happened Tonight
Every all star, every Cancun,
Every holiday South Beach in full bloom,
Thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms,
I got a bright future neck like
I'mma get the bag like a sack race
Put a hundred thousand in the suitcase
White boy but I keep a blue face
Me and my boss got ties like a shoelace
Heard
(Broke boy! Broke boy!)
I got dogs who laying in the dirt (R.I.P.)
You fuck with me, I promise you gon get the work (Yeah yeah)
God knows I ain't leaving
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
light in your eyes yeah they shine bright
When I hold you in my arms yeah it feels right
Let's run away to Sweden, start a new life
Every night I lay by
Brains misinterpret it whatever way
They want it to, man
Offstage filming of BUFFALO
I should be that white face
Character I was in Tamale
Because it's
City
Don't get swooped by the breeze
Coldest in the city
Go by god so who against me
Said she into reading terra
So I tell her bitch please
Spitting so
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