Lyrics:
bigger
I get it, but no gifts get bought
I only cum inside the lips that talk
Shawty, you know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it
Work that
that ain't me, I go too damn hard
I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out
Black lip nigga with his hair wild
Too damn proud
Been killing this
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
Black Woman You Queen
Stand strong
Black Woman You Queen
Hold On
Black Woman You Queen
Hands up to that sun
Hands up to praise Ra
I speak the truth like
and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh-huh, screamin',
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Narrator: "One day while talking with Dr. Archibald, Larry confronts one
of his deepest fears ..."
Larry: "If my lips ever left my mouth, packed
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
to
"Well then, mijo..."
And he flicked the Zippo again
It reached up and I felt the heat on my lips
But I didn't step back
I just focused on that joint
Hold
could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black
Fix yo face fo' I catch a case
Fi-fi-fix yo face fo' I catch
Fix fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Fi-fi-fix fix yo face fo' I catch
Bitch, fix yo lips
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
really make ya want to drop, drop
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice
nigga
The way Franz Fanon put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet
[Big Black - Mos Def]
Yo, you fucked up in the game now
It's Big Black, Mr.
the back of a black car,
Black kicks, black cap, black track-style,
Head bangin' till I break, Marty go wild,
Yellow nuts they drop to pavement,
You better
Black Girl Magic
Black Boy Joy
Black
Black, Black
Black, Blackity-Black, Black
Ay
I'm just looking for some black joy (Black joy)
Hold your head up,
like 25 rifles
Drop my top and I dip dip dip
But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don't slip
Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing
royalty
Yeah, you got a hold of me
Won't you take control of me?
I do anything for a black queen to notice me
Sing like i'm Jodeci, even write you poetry
power
Every organ I was born wit got price tag and it's top dollar
For the all black no rottweiler yeah
Hold up
You say my people are radical
But you
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
been a long long day
And we done came a long long way
Son stay strong won’t be long imma be home
Just Hold on hold on for me
I know struggle all too well
been a long long day
And we done came a long long way
Son stay strong won't be long imma be home
Just Hold on hold on for me
I know struggle all too
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