Lyrics:
you up
Then sit you back down
Bitch, you off with the pander
Guess you on track now
Running shit like Donovan Bailey
Guess I'm on track now
Peep by
The Black Swan I stayed away From the gay nights
And Star Bar used to play the Radio till daylight Now I'm Collabing on a track with Jay Like
That's right,
snatchas, Vampire season
Drop da bode, for da mess, go ahead clean him
King da in hood, Im a Bully on da track
Ski-mask, black Tims, hoodie, and a mac
Hide the facts
Held the key but
Busy making love to you
It's just
Way of track
This sinners church
Will make her hurt
Wash her up
And feed her
while you worry bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key
I got the game
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
it finally turns to black
I sleep by the window where I wish you could be
Watch mountains burning all across Tennessee
Turn the bolt, hide the key
Made
blackness
An I gotta ask this, is BET still owned by a black man?
Cause I don't know
Money running low
Not banking on a hit song
Cause what I been hearing
seeking victims
Pick 'em, then I stick them in track
My heat black
With the serial number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be
that letter; bet her bucket hat leopard
And her tan skin contrast with that black leather; chill
Niggas hatin' from the side, I'm like who you?
Last song
probably never coming back now
We’ve done this all before
I think you’ve cracked now
I see your luggage by the door all packed now
I’m hanging by a thread
to me
Up your speech
Pullin' off from Neiman's doin'
Donuts in the Jeep
Track hawk Look like Black Hawk
Flying out the street
Hopped out for twenty
will sit on y'all cats
Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y'all tracks
And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks
We love big ass keys and y'all like
I Go 30, my dough old like Bernie, I got hoes so thirsty
Vision blurry, sipping on that dirty, I sip pink like Kirby
Time is key so I ain't in no
didn't have to treat me like that
Your black heart's as cold as concrete
No you didn't have to act like a twat
Best place for a Rat is on the street
When
lemons
Denied by my kind, but I'm still grinning
Maybe I should have been more collusive
I love Black Lives but I'm too inclusive
Bet this won't get many
(what)
I get crazy on this motherfucking track if I have to (yeah)
Pull a Silkk The Shocker and slap you to make you adapt to (what)
This L.B.C.
a queen, Royal flushing
Playing every bodies hearts cause she's that stunning
I used to run track, now I run the track
And the DJ run it back
Trying
game/ i got my cards on the table/ you can see the four aces/ i can tell by they faces/ everybody shooken/ feeling like Reptile/ every time i spit/ your
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got
five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these
Four-five C's in
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
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