Lyrics:
properly prosper or probably propagate problems as part of his process
My palm has been pierced by a pencil
The pain is a way to convey that I'm brave
this brick by brick no Tetris
And the rule is I can't make it so guess I'ma be the exception
That's why when I hop on the beat gotta make sure to slide
what the label is
Seni hi ngena iTwo by two
Cava the braids cava the do
Madjozi anga nhumi I'm telling the truth
Sesi Madjozi i dumi hi phone, Iyaa
I
bias, Jesus Christ I'm Island made
Darkest shade while she cleans my braids
Skin don't fade, and I'm still not phased by your magazine praise
We just
we slept for days
In love the distance an endless wake
Towing behind our weathered braid
Rudder and sail bend Psyche
Adorned in lamentations those
to set them free
Feather hanging free in the braid by her temple
Fire in the eyes of the warrior Queen
She's a firebird, she's a flame for the truth
to set them free
Feather hanging free in the braid by her temple
A sign of a kill, she's a warrior Queen
She's a fire bird, she's a flame for
Couldn't even have my hair platted in braids
Austentatious with the capital A
But it's capital O, and a grammatical O
Put them in their place, they was
braid tighter than a fool
She put me right to sleep, but wake me when I snooze
Call my, Indian boo mix with Jamaican and Jew, baby
It's dinner for two,
I grew up by the sea
I played under the sun
Come to me come into my dreams
This is my light of life
Between the bluebells
Sits a girl with
convention
These boys be like I don't be listening, girls with Gucci braids and extensions
I like the yellows I go tell her, nigga I got uh mo' food than
back to the hood
And I've already heard some bad new
The homie just got shot it by some Crab fool
We 'bout to get this nigga's back, grab the Mac, we
the rest of these hoes
Man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme
After restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
I'm like an angel that's high smoken' weed
more money than the mothafucking president
I remember in the days being raised
A skinny lil nigga on the block with french braids
Thirteen when I
wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't love me, mane fuck you
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
The hanged man is laughing in the wind
As women caged by bonds as braid their lovely hair
Let fa the bitter tears of black despair
Proud Edward calls
Saw your picture on the highschool wall,
Even way back then you were beautiful
Ya you were sporting braces and braids
Now you stand just under 6ft
an animal
You ain't even know, I'm an animal yeah
Is your drum off white? Is your braids done tight?
Then we go'n be alright
All eyes on me like I'm not
made an everyday list
Grind hard my nigga don't stop
Can't and I won't like these braids don't lock
Time to level up star boys like The Weeknd
Late
the motherfuckin' rookie
I braid my own hair and bet on myself
Time spent alone was good for my health
I spun straw to gold again and again
And never burn
Hey, sista, whacha gon' do
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman when they
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