Lyrics:
your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel
assembly required, instructions not included,
Black I then broken, sometimes, more feel, nah, nah, nah, take this off, that goes here, put this piece back
getting shot at you's an enemy
If I never call back hold the memories
Dressed up in all black for the symmetry
Lining these heads up, like a Kennedy
Play by
they knew that I would
I just had to take my time
Well, I still don't act the way I ought to do
My mistakes don't make me blue
They've even helped me
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
Swallowing me whole
waiting until I’m ready to come again and again
I melt into your anima
Shakti is shaken
moved by the meeting of this eternal communion
My experience of being a black woman is sometimes not feeling good enough
Not having that push or someone telling me that I can do this
But I did
take her like a Mac
I act in her favorite key, and that's a G
When she walked up t' me tryna speak, she tells me
That I'm not like the other guys
I
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
me, y'all know I don't give a fuck
I'm cool with not bein' cool with niggas, so listen up
Bobby Shmurda came home Quavo picked him up in a jet
ballin' lessons on DVD
Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can't see me free
That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA, I'mma be okay, I'm the iron G
Fix
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
freak, it's guaranteed
My momma don't love me she said I need help
Having cracked lips is bad for your health
Cracked so hard like ass hit by a belt
I
neck to belly and back again.
See me hiding behind my hair as I taste you. I want to submit to you.
I invite you with eyes open. Take me over and over
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
What's the matter with you, boy
They won't let me go no black ops
They say I'm too little
And no one ever lets you do anything when you're too little
go home to kingsland,
which is cuba's bon voyage, mimi takes me straight
to the front room to play me a song and then I'm
homeless. I'm not
know me
Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla,
and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
If
space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
Lampin' in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics
I hold
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