Lyrics:
Kill 'em Cloudy
It's BLACK D0T on the beat whoa
Just Me standing here
I thought I'd never see it clear
Why the hell you leave me here
I'm drunk but I
drunk on the daily
Pull up to your crib ya'll already high
Smoking all day barely getting by
Got no patience to wait for the weekend
Then complaining you
I'm givin' up, givin' up, givin' up, baby
I'll paint you a picture, yeah of a girl in black
Staring at me from across the room, and as we dance
She's
Slave market deficit, rise up, the price up
Escapism is better livin' than this
Better be honest, baby
We better when we admit
We too can cause harm,
Reach into that little mini-bar and pull a beer out
Loose, there's cranberry if you need it for the gray goose
By now I got my pants around my ankles
(Killin' niggas by the genocide)
Leave 'em punch drunk, like they collar
Put the gin aside (Put the gin aside)
Don't need to bring the TEC in
Transform like
never thought that you would be winning
But I still love the combination of black top and black leggings that you had at the beginning
Psychotropic,
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
Cîroc out of stock thots drunk it up
And niggas right behind them with another cup
Jamaican rum by the drum
Face numb looking dumb
Fiesta fun by the ton
Peace to her and Nadine
They died way too young Nov 19
Now driving drunk became something I'm more aware of
I still remember days of us back at Kucera
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
with a stick right, hey
He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'
He stopped he took a deep breath he said
Snfffffff, woooo good
to markets
Black skin is new gold
And the hood is the target
Black on black crime
Makes it easy to harvest
Garnet on pistols
Yellow sands fills the carcass
I
Fuckboy lacking
Ski mask on direct
(Ski-mask)
Black on black
Hold that shit without license
You know I had no option
Spare body part sold on the black
Yeah
Drip too hard
Don't stand too close
You gone fuck around and die off of OD
I'm a young black nigga with an attitude
Switch it up a little so you
(Sean sent the beat, I know it’s cray)
(Sean sent the beat)
(Sean sent the beat, I know it’s cray)
Shawty what’s the deal with it
Baby gonna get with
here. You don't even got the dope
Oh, baby, I don't need the high side, just give me some khaki's and I'm straight
Tryin' dis me, ole raggy rooty-poot
come fuck with the plug
I stay mind fuckin' bitches, baby, give me the cash
I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shattered the glass
Them shells
where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly
Hush little baby, timeout!
The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick but learn to peck your eyes out
You know I love you
That's the shit that keeps me up at night
You coming home aggressive drunk it's like you love to fight
I reminisce the days I was
that card through
From the rack some new shoes
Give me black opal jewels
If you mad about what I do
Baby girl you obsessed
I ain't even gonna talk
Walking in baby don't you see the fake love
Look around big-ups to the fake drunks
Cameras in hand disarmed but dangerous
Honestly I’m terrified by
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid
Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music
I make fight music for high school kids I put lives
at risk
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