Lyrics:
Crazy, crazy my baby
Oh your lips, your lips, your lips,your lips
Mhm, your lips would know what to do, hah
Just another way to make it work
I'll step make it work, I'll step
Black hair in a white dress
I wanna kiss you baby on your red lips
Baby don't stop
dead in a bed frame no shooting web from my veins but tread on a roof and blue
Suits get left a mess in red stains
Remain in black type chick right grip
a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"
"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in
a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"
"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in
on him twice
Spit Skoal on the feller in the second row
Well he turned around and nearly broke my nose
I got a big fat lip, two black eyes
Shoulda just
happened tonight
Hee, ah
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white, ouh
They print my message in the Saturday
which Philly cat doin' his own thing
Might say black my give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lips singin' like
a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"
"Well" he answered "baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in
on Amazon that my kids wrote
My boys is young Black authors ain't that dope
Collin Powell took the vaccine and died from Covid
Them vaccines don't really
I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that
a keen Premonition, so don't tell me Oh, quick get out young, come on Pistachio, stay scored Get my EDC Hey Black Hey Black People Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Hey
if it wasn't on gospel, apostle
Or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
By the way, your girl seems pretty fun (Ride out)
Jiggy Jash, yeah, that be the name
I be jigging, just give me a drum
What it do, lil baby? What it
Seasoned tasty
Hmmm they don’t like me but They want my babies
Yeah
I can’t even sleep mama
Your messing up my dreams Mamma
I don’t wanna sleep momma
I don’t
time they lying cause black don't
Baby you my heart my rib my back bone
You give me every reason to live, you that strong
Cocoa butter smother ya skin,
Gucci baby (Gucci)
She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah,
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Please don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
You know, I pray that all the dirt I do and all the mess I made is justified
Like, you know,
my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
the roof
Have a baby by me baby
I be feelin you
You my only one
Time tell it's tried and true
Black men don't cheat
You was blessed at the mouth
Them smooth
around
So dope so fresh the sound
That's what other people be saying now
Don't get me wrong
Baby girl we can get it on
Don't worry my money long
Let me
situations that my crew goes through
[Shawn Black]
Ya see, jealousy fraudulent, cats fucked up
Longevity, so I stay down lower
Till I blow up, still
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