Lyrics:
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter black mink, shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
different level
None of you can compare
Anytime, anywhere
Emirates everywhere
Like Michael Smith I'm lethal
Black market billionaire
She said come on bae
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums.
Raven's child
Is chasing salvation
Black beak turned
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
demeanor from dad
Hereditary black holes, you sick of me, so my bad
Distractions, I try to fill voids with
Provided by passion, to block out the voices
came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
Cause whores gettin highly and
Stoned like Medusa
Yeah, a new Hibushi? eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall down
For new Prada and Gucci
My album's
it
You a king, now it's time to show the real in honest
Writing with a flow, rap master I'm the key (No cap)
Lyricism in the rhythm
Making every bar
a hunnid keys in a black Honda
You doin' that times ten, brick it, sell legit, on the truck haulin'
They don't wanna see me win, bitch ass friends want
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
Wszyscy w czerni cała nasza banda
Wszyscy w czerni to nie jest zabawa
Wszyscy stoją w czerni
Wszyscy pragną pengi
Wszyscy przeplatają dźwięki
By
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
When I be asking
Yo who is more dramatical
This one that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
made of keys, ounces and pounds (okay)
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas (yeah)
See how shit come back 'round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta cop
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
comin’)
So fuck that man where are the keys
Wild pigs tryna spread that fatal disease
(I’m runnin’)
So tell me when have you heard a black cop
Mistakenly
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah just hang it up a little bit higher
Alright now over to the left
Uhhh god dammit dude
Dropped and broke a mirror today
Black cat
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
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