Lyrics:
and a touch of death
Bring black roses for the wicked one
Don't waste away all your sympathy
On a fallen soul like me
(On a fallen soul like me)
There are not
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
(Yuh)
(Sue the State)
(Yuh)
Just backed in on a Bentley truck
Big black black try to touch that gut
Just came through gonna slap that butt
Bitch
your dance, baby pour me a class
It feels so good to have the world in a smash
Touch it why don'tcha (oh) touch it why don't ya (oh)
Touch it why
High key, I don't give a fuck if you like me
First off
Pressure goin' up like jet fuel
Burnin the wax at both ends
I was in the black like "Guess
like dust
Chicks want to slurp?
Ya guaranteed I'm a make 'em burp
Just push your teeth to the curve
And hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can
black note
purest life
he got the strength I'm heading the game
black note
purest life
he got the strength I'm heading the game
so I put him in touch
by
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
for free, she charged your ass a fee
Fuck her on top of the cover then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key
you tellin
Bout your step, them fairy tales
Got you by a horse so you can catch seashells
I don't want my bitch at all
She like a toddler, she bad
I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch
[Black rob]
Yo, aiyyo, yo, yo
It's kill or be killed
My skills leavin' them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch
Won't
just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck
horror
Touch of Lavender
You could fix my world
From being such a blur
Of black and white horror
With your touch of lavender
Touch of lavender
Touch
where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
The Native American Indians, The
Blacks, the yellow, the white
All shed red blood for the stars and stripes
And in her
the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for
the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for
the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for
the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for
the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for
just blow my guy
I'm so paid I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air,
nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into
And it's all Black pushing CCs
And he spinning that shit like a DVD let's go
We live fast as SRTs bitch
SRTs Bitch
SRTs Bitch
SRTs
We live fast as SRTs bitch
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