Lyrics:
as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
M-I-double S-I-N Linx, missin'
and Ganksta NIP
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin' lip
Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me
Shakin 'em, breakin 'em, makin and takin 'em fakin' fuckin'
Yeah, I had to get it out the mud, my nigga
Heavy hitters from Black Baethoven
I'm out the mud, I'm out the gutter
Still a dirty motherfucker
Told my
Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched
Get back, get by
Get a room, give me
But you abide by it
We yelling black lives matter
They yelling all lives matter
They saying blue lives matter
But do my life matter
And do your life
honey
Your favorite flavor
Black Honey honey
Black Honey honey
Your favorite flavor
Wanna feel like me
Wanna glow like me
Sunkissed, big lips and big
from head to toe
The only record that she ever played
Was "just like a rolling stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer
your lips, wanna trace your chest
Just don't you see, don't, don't you see
That this is the end, 'cause I believe it's you and I
There is no, no
just need my time
Bad bitch by my side
Yeah she down to ride
Yeah she down to ride
I been M.I.A
I been M.I.A
I been M.I.A
Yeah my phone ring
I don't
All my niggas real
Niggas
All my niggas
Stitch lip
Work that bitch out
Like lil baby doing
Fitness
Me I'm on her
wish list
You the nigga wishing
nature
But if you ain't get it yet then let me paint a picture
I'm up in my zone, sit on my throne
Girl on my lap, doob on my lip
Mic as my strap, no cap
now that's the way to get me
Thinkin? about how she suck
By the way she part them lips and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin? about how she fuck
By
meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've
friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
and hold her
Waiting and hoping that I will not be far behind her
Black eyes and red ruby lips excitement in her fingertips
Passion is there on her lips
ancora per strada e sento la folla che chiama e chiede
Giustizia privata, e vede
Tutto black
Sono in tuta black
Suoni black gente lancia verde su di me
Lei
eyelids
Of icy ink relive
In the truth yelled by your lips
Of scarlet glass
I miss
The flavour of your eyelids
Of icy ink they relive
In the truth yelled by
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
I thought I’d lost my mind
When suddenly my sight
Was blended by perfection
In dazzeling sunlight
I behold a stunning vision
Perfect simmetry
Tall
preaching peace by the steeple
Yeah, we practice precaution
'Cause we peep how they peelin'
Capture blacks 'til they fascinated
We sing why we grievin'
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground on which
friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me
Easter-Famale voice written by Simmy Makhijani
-Chorus’ based on old world prayers
Seed and root, bud and stem
Spear to cauldron, lance
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