Lyrics:
shady
Rickety stick hit cederick diggory
Wicker man lit you sick of me picket me
Know I been tied up
Finger bobby pin he prick
Back wood lobby suck
[Intro]
Let’s take em home baby
Spitta!
Chemist I got you my n*****
Yeah
[Verse]
Just like that I’m back on the track and in fact I’m taking over
Fox
And I hope your breasts pop out that mesh top
Baby, its the best out back to wreck shop
Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror
Wiped down, you can
call me home while in the middle of my crime
I got a mink on, it's the middle of July
Stayin' safe this time 'cause I'm so tired of sayin', "Sorry"
Black chick white guy, does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know but yo, it never fazed me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what
the U.S., yes the best in country no CMA
Then travel overseas if they complain about me
I'll probably travel by boat nothings plane about me
I'm not a Crip
ah dime
They don't understand the pain of a black life
Most of us ain't got no daddy
We were raised by our mama or our granny
We all bastard child's
head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone
You try it so I guess they saw you got home
Cause I can buy it O.Z.
Aye, Aye, Aye
Come get your shit parked
Mind what you say
Way, way, way before your lips part
Stupid niggas think that life's a game
Hope they get
back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like
the dopest raps and we ain't even had a booth (booth)
You can tell it's H3RBEL by the music we produce (juice)
Take you way back to when nasty wanted the juice
over effort
Called me on the phone told me that she never loved me, I called her right back told her F her
Why I never ever trust a heifer
Rather take
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
hate Grenada
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear
Take me home, I promise I will
Not make noise, or mess the house with
in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spendin' nights all in the booth, and I been stayin' lone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me
and keep pacin
Long odds false Gods
In a building by a black hole
Long odds false Gods
Maybe it'll take us back home
Long odds false Gods
In a building by
laid back
Helicopter seat, feet inclined, shit feeling like a sofa
Helicopter meet me, Teterboro take me over
Somewhere peaceful for the weekend now
and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by
at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not
can't believe my liberty has been controlled by anxiety
I never know that there is ghost who desired for me the most
These days I hope my overdose will
went and learned to play the drums
Cause rap got overrun by coonery and bums
You remind me of Tyler Perry, a tap dancing peach cobbler eating Sambo
(Who
and put them all up in my face
I'm that black haired hot boy addicted to them drugs
I'm always surrounded by them big ass motherfuckin guns
Just give me
the darkness the hated
So Why do you look at me
Like my skin may rub off
Is it because my hair is too big
My clothes are too bright
My lips too are big and nose
us, I'll give you a real one
Better take off his halo (oh)
I'm in the mood to get sinful (yeah)
So put your lips on my waist, tell by the look
Discuss these take me home back to boone by black lips Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In